A Stinging Story

I tried to shoo the fly off. But it was persistent. In fact for the last few hours these flies have been growing in multiples around the town. These bees, they are everywhere. And they look angry!

It is unnatural, the way the bees are behaving. Such big numbers, and all over the place. They don't seem too eager to bite, but they are nagging everyone around. Even the sky's filled with them all the time making it seem cloudy and dark.

Things are getting out of hand. I decided to take a look at where they were coming from. Following the growing density of the buzzing, I walked upto an old grey wooden house - the house of the bee keeper. People had already gathered there, but there were too many bees to enter the house. But there was this foul smell that hit me.

"It's the bee keeper, he's dead," a man said from behind me, "He must have been dead for days."

"But I had seen him a couple of days ago. He was walking and healthy then..." another man spoke.

"His son killed him. These bees are here for revenge. They are crawling in the corpse of the bee keeper. They are carrying his dying blood. Bees never give up. They are going to hunt the killer down.." the man spoke as if he knew quite well.

"But why are there so many of them?" I asked, trying to comprehend the repulsive story at the same time.

"The brother's quite a big man. It's going to take thousands of them to fill him"

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