"Hey, Y.J. Whatcha doin'?"
"Trying to get some peace and quiet! Isn't it obvious by the fact that I'm way off in this corner bush all by myself? I need my space, Honey. Just leave me alone!"
"Well aren't we cranky today. More cranky than usual, I should say. But before I go, do you mind if I land on just one of these roses? They're my favorite, you know."
"Yes! I DO mind! There are some nice daisies over there you could have all to yourself. Please. Just go away!"
Honey flew a little closer. "Are you okay, Y.J.? You seem…..oh, I don't know. Not quite yourself."
"I'm fine! Mind your own beezwax and quit poking your nose into mine!"
Y.J. could tell Honey was stung by his harsh remarks but he didn't care. He was in a bad mood and just wanted to be by himself to wallow in it. Y.J. tried to look intimidating as he stared at Honey, daring her to back down. What was that he saw on Honey's face? Concern? Pity? Blah. He didn't want her sympathy.
A sound suddenly erupted from a few feet away, startling them. "Over here!" a boy yelled. Before Y.J. or Honey knew what was happening, something brown and heavy crashed through the rose bush and landed on the other side with a thud.
"What kind of throw was that?" Y.J. heard the boy call.
After regaining his balance, Y.J. was fuming. How dare that boy invade his space and disrupt him! Especially when he was having such a bad day! Y.J. paused his thoughts long enough to hear Honey chuckling.
"What are you laughing about!" he demanded.
"Oh, come on, Y.J! Lighten up! It was just an accident - it was a bad throw, that's all. Maybe God's trying to knock that attitude out of you or something. You should have seen the look on your face - it was classic!" The more Honey giggled, the angrier Y.J. became. Not at Honey, but at the boy who had missed the ball. It was all his fault! Not only had he interrupted Y.J.'s foul mood, but also wounded his pride by making him look like a fool in front of Honey.
That was it. The boy had to pay.
Y.J. made his way to the edge of the bush, buzzing loudly.
"What are you doing, Y.J.?"
"I'm going after the boy. Next time he'll think twice before he aggravates me."
"Oh---I don't think that's such a good idea. You know what will happen…" Honey's voice trailed off.
"I don't care! He has to pay!" Y.J. backed up and got a flying start before darting out of the bushes and beelining it straight towards the boy, who was in the process of throwing the object that had invaded his space. Honey's protests grew fainter behind him as Y.J. concentrated on his target. The boy apparently saw him coming because he began swatting frantically. But this only made Y.J. madder and more determined than ever. He flew up the boys shirtsleeve and savored the moment as he drilled his stinger into his arm.
Ah. Sweet revenge.
Y.J. returned to the rose bush where Honey was waiting for him, a true look of pity on her face. As his adrenaline rush wore off, what he'd done started to sink in. He had been so angry, he hadn't even thought about the consequences of his actions.
Within moments, Y.J. was on his deathbed, Honey by his side. She didn't say a word, just waited with him while he took his last breaths.
In his anger, Y.J. had not only hurt the boy and disappointed Honey. He had also destroyed himself.
"A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control." Proverbs 29:11 (NIV)
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