Chapter 2: The Yellow Jazzy Bee within

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Somewhere deep within the caves of Tselinoyarsk, my hunger drives me forward on this quest—for food, sustenance, hope, and a chance to reunite with my long, curved, yellow beauty. That's what this journey is about. But wait, what is that? What on earth is that thing?

"Buzz buzz, mother lover. You like jazz?" a peculiar voice greeted me.

"Who are you?" I asked, perplexed.

"I'm Avery Gray, but my friends call me Buzz."

"Is that why you're dressed like you're trying to unimpressed?"

"No, I just feel a strong obligation to dress as a bee every day, at any hour I WANT!"

"Okay, sorry to offend you, man. I was just asking a simple question," I replied, trying to defuse the situation.

"I will literally slap-box you, big man!" Buzz threatened.

"Hey! No one can call me a big man!" I retorted.

"BIG MAN, BIG MAN, BIG MAN! I will kill you, Buzz!"

Without warning, he attacked, releasing a swarm of small, sticky bee darts from his bee pack.

"Hey, that's gross," I commented.

"Shut up, big man, and take these bees!" Buzz shouted.

As the bees advanced, aiming to eradicate me, I quickly devised a plan. I reached into my fanny pack, grabbed a can of hairspray and a lighter, and unleashed a fiery onslaught upon the army of tiny yellow tormentors. Then, turning my attention to the guy in the bee costume, I pulled out a grenade from my handy dandy fanny pack.

"To bee or not to bee—" I muttered before throwing the grenade.

BOOM!

Avery Gray, also known as Buzz, was no more. And now, as I navigate through these hollow caves, I sense the presence of the banana nearby.

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