Stories From The Head

The Bumblebee Onsko took a deep breath, raised his arm, and prepared to go through the programme once more. Once more he wanted to do something. This ”something” was to go through the programme once more. He took the little glass jar out of the top drawer and twisted the lid to make it come off. So it did, and the little bumblebee, which he so gently had caught and put in its new home (the glass jar) was now free. Free to roam. Free to roam the land, or at least the small cottage where Onsko kept going through his programme. Anyway, the bumblebee escaped, and Onsko had never been a fan of such activity. As a matter of fact, he got slightly irritated because HE was the one who was supposed to be in a position of power. HE was the one who was supposed to have something to say. ”Come back here you nasty little bumble-bee. Come back here, or I’ll say rather unpleasant things about your family”. The bumblebee, or Kasj as his animal name was, did NOT pay attention. He was far too busy roaming the hut. Onsko got even madder: ”COME BACK HERE YOU...YOU...YOU...INSECT. I’M INSTRUCTING YOU! I’M INSTRUCTING! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?” Onsko fell to his knee, and when he later fell asleep that night, it was with tears in his eyes...

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