The haunting new, concise autobiography of a bee that returned from the dead. Paranormal plot. Parental guidance recommended.
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I first had an inkling that something was afoot on new year's eve.
It began as a mild tingling in my toes. Nothing remarkable, mind you. It was odd, nevertheless, for two reasons.
One, I am a bee and don't have toes. Two, I haven't been alive ever since I was created as a graphic symbol for India's Buzziest Brands in 2006.
The strange, new feeling persisted. My legs kept twitching.
About a week later, my wings felt all aflutter.
And finally, there was this terrible itching sensation all over my head.
I clawed at my head with my legs - we bees do that sometimes, especially when we are thinking - and would you believe what I found? I was wearing this red mask, somewhat like Raphael in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
I was madly excited - but just a little bit despondent as well that someone so cool such as myself didn't have a name.
A few days later, while I was still taking test flights, I heard this low rumble in the sky that got steadily deeper.