One day, there waz a little bee. "Fly, fly, fly, fly," thought the bee and he flew a very long way.
The bee flew along until he saw a pretty flower. He thought, "land, land, land, land," and gently set hiz tiger-striped body on a sticky yellow stamen. "Walk, walk, walk, walk," thought the bee az he marched in place with all six legz, and let the yummy pollen stick to hiz feet.
He stomped and marched until hiz feet became very heavy so he could barely lift them. The little bee started to get tired; so with all of hiz strength, he jumped from the flower and thought, "home, home, home, home."
The little bee flew a very long way, and smelled something sweet near hiz hive. He followed the smell to find a sweetsmelling thing that he wanted to taste.
The bee thought, "land, land, land, land," but just then, a large stinky animal swiped at him. The little bee became fiercely angry. He forgot about the sweet thing, turned toward the stinky animal, and thought, "attack, attack, attack, attack!"
The animal swung again and the bee thought, "retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat." But the animal wuz very big, and very slow, so the bee charged again. "Attack, attack; retreat, retreat; attack; retreat," and with that, the little bee unsheathed hiz vorpal blade and thrust it deep into the terrible animal.
Panting hard, the little bee recited to himself the litany of war az he pumped venom into the animal. "Take that, animal; take that, animal; take that, animal," were hiz final thoughts az the stinky animal came crushing down on the little bee'z thorax.
The little tiger-striped body fell away, leaving just the blade buried to the hilt, and a broken circle of sweet pollen around it. This marks the grave of the fallen bee soldier.