Things gathered and guitar slung over his shoulder the boy makes his way on a dirt road through the forest.
To a keen eye you can see water ants marching single file determined and unwavering to and fro.
Squirrels move frantically stock piling nuts for the winter while white tufted deer settle lazily in the brush.
Virescent waves of grass dance under leaves of mystic ivy.
From the winding trail a low buzz can be heard.
The boy pauses and turns his ear to the sound.
"It can't be..." he murmurs to the wind.
Slightly hunched over now as if to sneak up on a prey the boy stalks the sound. Through a thicket of ash trees he eyes his target.
The give away, hundreds of busy little workers flying frantically around the most beautiful bee hive he has ever laid eyes on.
"Honey... thank you universe.." he mumbles, drool dripping off his lips.
Starvation grips his stomach. The fear of starving vastly out weighs the fear of being stung.
Without hesitation he starts for the hive. The bees ranks form a defensive cloud and prod the intruder. 20 paces out the first sting comes.
Ignoring the pain the boy pushes on as sting after sting pierces flesh. He quickens his pace but that only enrages the persistent little defenders.
Outnumbered and utterly defeated the boy retreats. Flailing as he runs, it is over a hundred paces before he shakes his last pursuer.
Body throbbing and belly aching he hangs his head feet dragging back to the path.
"Thanks for nothing universe....."