Angelo...Bumblebee Extrordinaire

Angelo Bumblebee liked his ability to fly here and there. Most of the Bumblebees he knew took flying for granted, but not him. It had gotten him out of a lot of trouble. Like the time that bird had swooped down on him at the edge of the pond. He had seen it coming and had quickly changed direction to avoid it. That’s one thing about Bumblebees, they could fly at right angles if necessary. Not all birds could do that except for little hummingbirds, but he didn’t get any grief from those guys.
He had spent all morning buzzing around a large field of flowers. With his hairy little legs packed with pollen, he had flown to and from his nest. He had to be especially watchful when he was loaded up with pollen so he wasn’t attacked by the number of predators always on the lookout for him. The extra weight really slowed him down, as if having short wings didn’t make him slow enough already.
After making about a dozen trips, he got very thirsty and thought he would fly down to the pond to get a drink and rest for awhile. It wasn’t very far away and it was a nice place to relax. Especially on a hot day like today.
Angelo sat in the cool mud by the pond drinking water and thinking about all the work that lay ahead of him this afternoon. It would be worth all the effort this winter, though, when he was hungry. Then he could get all the rest he wanted and then some.
He finished resting and decided to head back to the field. But he wasn’t in a big hurry so when he flew by a large thistle that grew near the pond, Angelo settled on a blossom. It was a nice purple color and smelled good on a warm summer afternoon. He walked around and around the blossom looking for just the right spot to get some sweet pollen.
Just then, he got the feeling that there was something behind him. Before he could even look to see what it was……..BANG!!! Suddenly, he was riding atop a hot bullet going faster than he even knew was possible. His eyes were wide open with fright and were full of tears because of the wind hitting his face. He had his six little hairy legs wrapped around the bullet and was holding on for dear life. His antennae were laid back flat against his head and his wings were flapping so hard he thought they would fly off. He could do nothing to slow the bullet or change it’s direction.
After about a mile the bullet started to slow down. Through the tears in his eyes, Angelo could see that he and the bullet were heading straight for a tree. Even in the state of total fear that he was in, He knew that hitting the tree at any speed would probably hurt. As the bullet slowed further, he saw the opportunity to jump off the bullet and narrowly miss the tree.
Ten minutes later, still dazed by the experience and not comprehending what had just transpired, he started flying back in the opposite direction towards the pond. Maybe, by the time he got back to the pond, he could figure out what the heck happened.
Meanwhile, back at the pond, Little Bobby was getting bored with shooting bees off flowers with his rifle. He thought he would start walking back up to the house and see if he could talk Mom out of a piece of apple pie.