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XXX on the beach? No on the blossom!
Today was seeeee a day! The day of the little bee Wannabe Bumbleby! He was ready to pimp all the flower girls!
All the fresh ones.
All the cuties.
All the single ladies.
He had already put on his gold chain with the giant dollar sign, glued his Brilli to his tooth, and like his cousin Willi, shaved his hair off on the sides.
Otherwise, he actually had a sunroof on his head. But he had heard that the ladies thought bald guys were gaaaaaay razor hot.
So what did it matter that he had a round bee-beer belly, large debts to the pollen bank, and actually complexes up to the moon.
For today was seeeeee a day!
Only he saw nothing without his glasses.
There also the Brilli brought him nothing.
On the way he already met the first.
The fresh pink grapefruit blossom.
But wait, since he could see so poorly, he didn't know if that was a flower lady or possibly a grapefruit-flavored Fanta soda.
Still, mega-fresh.
Before he could talk to her or pass more, though, she was gone.
Crap, he had to buy contacts, but he was back to being more blank than he had been in a long time. ...And there was the debt to the pollen bank. Manoman.
It didn't work out with the jobs either. ... he was just so clumsy. And he said everything he thought. A fact that always got him into a lot of trouble
Yeah, what the hell... Maybe he could dust off a round of pollen today after all.
On the way, he actually met the beautiful Magnolia. Her beauty was so unique that when he smelled her, he remembered her again. A slight citrusy creaminess accentuated her fresh yet so well-groomed beauty. Even though he couldn't see her clearly, he knew it had to be her. Yet he didn't dare approach her.
He the little Wannabe, she the beautiful Magnolia. So he let her go. And remembered only her enchanting scent.
He gathered up all his courage and walked past Madame O's garden yet. She certainly wouldn't push him off the edge of the bed. After all, she appealed to a wide demographic with her full-bodied orange blossom scent.
But wait a minute. Ohhhh meeeinnn Gooott! Today was a full moon and who was standing there by Madame O just as he entered the garden?
The old pollen collector, the musk ox Haudium. He promptly took the gold chain, the brilli and the last of the pollen from him and asked him what he was doing here.
Whew... "I was here to howl at the moon..." replied Wannabe. He wasn't getting out of that act so easily.
"The moon?" replied Haudium. "You're not a wolf, are you?"
"Identity crisis..." replied Wannabe.
"And that's supposed to help?" asked Haudium.
"Sure," replied Wannabe. "When you have so many problems and complexes up to the moon like I do, it's the best therapy to shout out the woes of everyday life and forget about them... and eventually the darkness becomes your friend."
... and what happened next was strange.
The musk ox simply left Madame O standing there with her full-bodied orange mouth and great fragrant orange skin....
... and howled deep into the night with Wannabe, giving off his sweetest scent to forget the harsh, the unfair, the unbearable life.
... and sometimes, all at once, Wannabe thought to himself, an unexpected friendship was sweeter after all than a trivial, fleeting flirtation with flowers.
... and sometimes it was the unsuspected friends who reminded you that life was more than just bees and flowers, pollen and trouble.
... all while enjoying an unforgettably delicious grapefruit fanta.
END
All the fresh ones.
All the cuties.
All the single ladies.
He had already put on his gold chain with the giant dollar sign, glued his Brilli to his tooth, and like his cousin Willi, shaved his hair off on the sides.
Otherwise, he actually had a sunroof on his head. But he had heard that the ladies thought bald guys were gaaaaaay razor hot.
So what did it matter that he had a round bee-beer belly, large debts to the pollen bank, and actually complexes up to the moon.
For today was seeeeee a day!
Only he saw nothing without his glasses.
There also the Brilli brought him nothing.
On the way he already met the first.
The fresh pink grapefruit blossom.
But wait, since he could see so poorly, he didn't know if that was a flower lady or possibly a grapefruit-flavored Fanta soda.
Still, mega-fresh.
Before he could talk to her or pass more, though, she was gone.
Crap, he had to buy contacts, but he was back to being more blank than he had been in a long time. ...And there was the debt to the pollen bank. Manoman.
It didn't work out with the jobs either. ... he was just so clumsy. And he said everything he thought. A fact that always got him into a lot of trouble
Yeah, what the hell... Maybe he could dust off a round of pollen today after all.
On the way, he actually met the beautiful Magnolia. Her beauty was so unique that when he smelled her, he remembered her again. A slight citrusy creaminess accentuated her fresh yet so well-groomed beauty. Even though he couldn't see her clearly, he knew it had to be her. Yet he didn't dare approach her.
He the little Wannabe, she the beautiful Magnolia. So he let her go. And remembered only her enchanting scent.
He gathered up all his courage and walked past Madame O's garden yet. She certainly wouldn't push him off the edge of the bed. After all, she appealed to a wide demographic with her full-bodied orange blossom scent.
But wait a minute. Ohhhh meeeinnn Gooott! Today was a full moon and who was standing there by Madame O just as he entered the garden?
The old pollen collector, the musk ox Haudium. He promptly took the gold chain, the brilli and the last of the pollen from him and asked him what he was doing here.
Whew... "I was here to howl at the moon..." replied Wannabe. He wasn't getting out of that act so easily.
"The moon?" replied Haudium. "You're not a wolf, are you?"
"Identity crisis..." replied Wannabe.
"And that's supposed to help?" asked Haudium.
"Sure," replied Wannabe. "When you have so many problems and complexes up to the moon like I do, it's the best therapy to shout out the woes of everyday life and forget about them... and eventually the darkness becomes your friend."
... and what happened next was strange.
The musk ox simply left Madame O standing there with her full-bodied orange mouth and great fragrant orange skin....
... and howled deep into the night with Wannabe, giving off his sweetest scent to forget the harsh, the unfair, the unbearable life.
... and sometimes, all at once, Wannabe thought to himself, an unexpected friendship was sweeter after all than a trivial, fleeting flirtation with flowers.
... and sometimes it was the unsuspected friends who reminded you that life was more than just bees and flowers, pollen and trouble.
... all while enjoying an unforgettably delicious grapefruit fanta.
END
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