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Another day at work. Everything seems normal. Hi to everyone. Check up on boss. She really cool. Gonna go on my route and stock up on the food. But my co-workers were freaking out. There's a bear outside! It's comin this way! Obviously, here for the food. Workplace not prepared for this. A single swipe would kill any of us. Everyone in a panic. Suddenly, this guy comes from the woods. Yelling at the bear and get its attention. They battle in our yard. Guy's tough and skilled. Blocking and striking every chance he got. Goes on for awhile. But the guy is getting tired. And about to drop! Out of nowhere, he shouts at the bear, stunning it. He then finishes it off. Holy cow! Day saved! Wrong. He comes to us now. Locked on to our food supply, he takes a huge portion. He also catches a few of my co-workers. Even eats one of them! This was never supposed to happen. The horror. Memory is now engraved. He walks off and disappears into the woods. Did I mention? I'm a bee and I live in Skyrim.

The bees. They're evolving. Adapting. Advancing. Faster than any animal. Threatening everything in their path. Bees even have their own technology. Steel-armored bees. Now they're bullet proof. Laser-guided stingers. Can penetrate composite armor of an Abrams M1A1 tank. Human race is doomed. But then buddy has an idea. Gets engineers to put F-22 engines on semi-truck. He gonna "vacuum" bees out of nest. "Popcorn" bees out the engine. Plan is green light. Park it in front of the main nest at night. Bees' compound eyes can't handle night vision goggles. Fire the engines. Bees are triggered by the roar. Fly out of nest and get sucked in! OMG! It working. Sparks fly first. Then we watch as July 4th fireworks begin. Something happening. Engine stalling. Eventually seizes up and dies. We carefully check it out. No dead bees. They're flying around the engine. DISMANTLING it. Then we found out that jet fuel can't melt steel bees.

Walkin outside. More bees than usual. Bout 20 vs 2-3. Meh. Gettin that honey I guess. A month went and then this came on the news. "Bee counts excessively high" and so on. They even said, "Do NOT disturb or you may be stung." Walk around my yard. Dude! Alot of bees. Bout 40 bees per sq yard. This is crazy! Another month. Bees everywhere. Masks were recommend in few areas for pollen. Cars covered in it. Surprised nothing was done. A debate on TV. 1st guy explains the bee crisis. "bee counts extremely high." "harm humans and ecosystems." 2nd guy says, "produce cost drop 20%." and "promotes wildlife growth." Intense debate. Ending on anti-bee guy, "bees must be controlled." Something about lowering the count to normal. Then this thing shows on stage. Short, fuzzy guy. Everyone's quiet. Can't believe it. Seein the debate is live. The yellow mustache, HE's goin for the mic. "Who are you?" the speaker asked. "Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze, "I am the Lorax. I speak for the bees."