The bumble bee frolicked in the flowers, wishing he could eat some damned pollen for once. But Noooo he had to be the only fucking bee with a pollen allergy. How stupid is that? He had to survive by eating bird droppings.

His gay Uncle's best friend named Gwenerd had altered his bee DNA so that he could survive on something else. That something else just happened to be bird turds. I happen to think that that was GweNERD's idea of a joke. He is such a meanie.

By the way, my name is Louis. Everyone calls me antisocial when they must know that it's not my fault. No one wants to be friends with a bee who eats bird crap. I, personally, don't think that what i eat is much of a problem. It doesn't taste bad or anything. Not that i know what the others are used to. I once had a friend who tried to eat what i ate. I was young then (that the only reason i even had a friend) and my only friend died within a couple minutes. Now we bees do not get emotional. If one of us dies, it will usually go unnoticed. But it was heart breaking for me. I let myself go, following birds for hours just to waits for their droppings. I know, it was pathetic, but its better then eating it off where ever it happens to fall. I got very big (One might say FAT).

Then, one day i met Statrina. She was a beautiful bird, one of those red ones. I forget their name...a cardinal? yes well i think that's what she was. Statrina was also very nice and understanding. She listened to my problems and quickly became my friend. She was the only bird who wasn't scared of me. Yes, i said it, most birds were actually scared of me. It probably was just my appearance or habit of following them and waiting for them to...yeah, i think you get where I'm going with that.

Did i forget to mention my appearance? Forgive me, i must have completely forgotten. Having a different diet than the other bees wasn't the only reason they stayed away. One, i was all black. No color at all. Not even a touch of their nice and yellowish buttery gold color. Only the darkest black for me. Also, i had a horn. Actually i think it's my stinger. I'm not quite sure. It's black, like the rest of me. It was a lot bigger than the other stingers. Although people usually show off the size of theirs, they just said mine didn't count. Sometimes i just wanna bitch slap those mutha fuckas...sorry i kinda got carried away.

Anyway, one thing about me was super odd. My wings were huge, 3 by 4 inches each. They were like a butterfly's wings. Except mine sparkled. That was the only touch of color, that purplish silver sparkle to them. Statrina said they were nice. Like how Edward's skin sparkled my wings did and it was a sign that i was just like Edward. Horrified, I asked her what she meant by this.

She said,"OH! it means your awesome and basically Prince Charming."

Okay, maybe she didn't say those exact words. She actually started listening how kind, loving, and handsome he was. I kinda thought he was a creeper. She didn't even notice my horrified look as she kept going on and on about how great he is and how she wished she was Bella. Until i pointed out that she was a bird, Edward a vampire, and i didn't think he would fall for a bird that could easily become his snack. well, more like half a snack, Statrina wasn't that big. unless Edward could become a bat...Oh well i don't really care for this topic much. OH LARDY (LORDY), LOOK AT THE TIME. I really MUST be going, nice talkin' to ya, have a nice day. Oh and save those bird droppings for me.