Literature
Ouch, That Stings
Ouch, That Stings!
Whats this, you say? Why, this is a dissertation on those little fuzzy yellow and black winged-things. Yes, this is a paper that ponders the possible literary value of the bee. No, dear reader, I am not insane. It is my sincerest wish that this work be something less than nonsensical.
After all, why not? Why can a bee not be a symbol or metaphor of the utmost importance? Why must we domineering and self-important little humans look down upon a bee as just another miserable little insect to be regarded with disgust? Why must humans think a bees life is worth less than a humans?
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