A bee falls into the water.
I can't let him die!
I flick him out onto the rocks.
He's still alive.
I don't want the Parthian archers to get to him, but I can do nothing but wait.
Brave bee!
I walk over and take a picture of him, hoping against hope.
I hear the thundering of hooves.
"Go, little friend, go!"
The sun is merciless, yet merciful also. It dries my friend's wings and, just before the Parthian arrows floe, he does.
Yes!


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