And he woke from his hibernation and stretched, muscles aching and the cobwebs of his slumber leaving his senses dull. He crawled from his hovel and enjoyed the warmth of the sunshine on his back, the routine of the morn kicking in and hunger nagging at him. He tested his wings, flapping furiously with all his might. And slowly he rose from his branch with a loud thrumming akin to a zeppelin. He grinned to himself as he remembered the thrill of flight, the freedom and wind beneath his wings. He zipped across the land, zig zagging wildly in his search for his first meal in months. Prize spotted he dived and wheeled from the sky and flew at the plethora of flowers. But, alas, they did move swiftly and a barrage of swipes did near knock him down. Again he tried but to no avail. Again and again he sought his meal.
The curs’ed commuter did utter a scream and ran down the platform, arms flailing and near to tears as the bumble bee continued its pursuit of his tie.