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Bumble learns to fly


Bumble buzzed his way into the world. Papa Bombus and mamma Bombee celebrated his birth by throwing a huge feast for the entire clan of creepy crawlies. They rented the trunk of the biggest oak tree in the neighborhood. Mamma Bombee decorated the hollow with hand woven petal streamers. Guests drowned themselves into barrels of nectar and pollen that the couple imported from exotic flowers. The highlight of the event was the slug dance and the humming competition.  A day old bumble watched everything from his sunflower cradle and thought to himself, 'ah this is life'.
He grew up a brat, arrogant and dominating. He was best at eating and his frequent siestas were exasperating. He rarely left his hollow and when he did he had ants to carry him around. Silly snail who lived next doors was his only friend. One fine morning silly snail crept into Bumble’s room and told him about a fair in the neighboring forest. Bumble immediately summoned his chariot and marched towards the fair. Now this fair was not an ordinary one and attracted birds and insects from all over the world. Their performances were enthralling.  For the first time in his life bumble was awestruck. He could see through his unworthiness and wished himself to be invisible.
Bumble was about to escape into his make believe kingdom when he saw her for the first time.  She was majestic in her blue and silver attire and oozed confidence as she fluttered through rings of fire, danced on ice and hummed for the audience. Bumble couldn’t take his eyes off chirpy. Yes that was her name. Bumble knew nothing about love because all his life he had taken advantage of those who loved him but this was different. He felt he could let go of all the comforts, his home, his people only to get a glimpse of her. The show was over but bumble remained rooted to the ground and he had to be dragged by silly snail and the ants to get him home.
Bumble slugged into his tiny home but he knew something in him had changed forever.  He couldn't sleep, he lost his appetite and nothing made him happy. He could only think of chirpy and ways to meet her. But chirpy was a free bird, the sky at her disposal, and Bumble only had his hollow. He knew he was chasing a futile dream but for the first time in his life he had a purpose. He thought to himself ‘I will learn to fly’ no matter what it takes. The next morning he woke up determined and began his journey up the highest branch of the tree. This took him half a day. He was too tired even to jump.
The following day he began his climb yet again and this time he tightly closed his eyes and jumped. Of course he landed at the foot of the tree and ouch he was hurt. Bumble remained undeterred and back he was the next day to take his shot at flying. Other animals made fun of him, his parents scolded him and Silly snail pleaded with her friend. But bumble climbed again and again be it sun or rain. He had now jumped for three weeks and refused to give up. Each day as sunlight trickled through the trees onto the forest, a huge crowd of animals big and small would gather to witness Bumble’s feat. Most ridiculed him, some cheered for him but none could ignore his passion and determination.
Bumble grew feeble and thin and knew in his heart he wouldn’t last long. Nothing could have stopped bumble from perishing had Fate not intervened. Now Mr. Fate was an unpredictable old man who was known to be a magician and used potions whenever he deemed fit and on anyone for better or for worse. Bumble’s story had spread far and wide even into Mr. Fate’s hut and so moved was he by it that deep in the night he hurried into Bumble’s hollow with a pair of wings. He gently attached the wings so as not to wake a tired Bumble, and blessed him.
Next morning bumble woke up but he was too weak to notice his new accessory. Thinking this to be the last day he pulled himself up to the branch. The tree wept for him. His family tried to dissuade him. There was a heavy, haunting silence in the forest as everyone looked on helpless their head and eyes bowing in shame at Bumble’s sheer grit. Bumble looked down one last time, thought about Chirpy, closed his eyes and jumped.
Down and down came Bumble shattering the gloomy air.  He was waiting to hit the now familiar ground except he wasn’t going down any longer! Bumble opened his eyes. Was he really flying? Swish, swoosh went he and the forest erupted in applause and tears of joy. But wait what’s a story without a happy ending? Bumble thought he could finally sleep in peace and flew to his hollow.  There perched on his chair was Chirpy. Bumble’s news had reached her and she did not wait a moment to meet him. She witnessed the magic in the forest and decided to hold on to it forever with Bumble.


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