The beekeeper considered himself just that. A keeper of bees. Out amongst his hive of flying insects, the stresses of life faded away. It was a place he could let his thoughts drift. He felt at peace with the bees. They were his family.
Unfortunately, the bees didn't see it that way. He subdued them and stole what was rightfully theirs. One day there was a slit in his suit and the bees poured in, stinging every inch of the beekeeper's skin they could find. The beekeeper never understood why his friends attacked, even as his body went into shock.
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