THE BUZZ THAT WAS DIFFERENT
High on a mountain too steep for even the boldest bears, there lived a hive known for its perfect harmony. Every bee buzzed in unison — one note, one rhythm, one sound.
But not all bees fit the pattern.
But not all bees fit the pattern.
Bini had only one wing. Her mother had knitted the other from a spider's web. It fluttered well enough, but the buzz it made was wobbly and warm — unlike the rest. Buzzo was a dreamer. He didn’t care for sameness. He buzzed high, then low. Sometimes he paused just to hear what silence sounded like.
Bella had short wings. Her buzz was more whisper than hum. It was soft, shy, and barely heard —
but beautiful, if you were really listening.
Bella had short wings. Her buzz was more whisper than hum. It was soft, shy, and barely heard —
but beautiful, if you were really listening.
As the Queen prepared for her grand celebration — a tribute to the hive’s greatness — the choir practised endlessly. Bini, Buzzo, and Bella were gently asked to step away. They were put on decorations instead — a task none of them were good at.
One afternoon, while hiding near the refreshment corner, they buzzed. Not out of duty. Just as
they were. Bini’s knitted-wing wobble. Buzzo’s curious notes. Bella’s breath-soft hum.
Together, their buzzes became something new. A sound the hive had never heard before.
Strange. Messy. Moving.
they were. Bini’s knitted-wing wobble. Buzzo’s curious notes. Bella’s breath-soft hum.
Together, their buzzes became something new. A sound the hive had never heard before.
Strange. Messy. Moving.
Bees gathered. Heads tilted. Wings stilled. Someone whispered, “It sounds like... feelings.”
Word reached the Queen. She summoned them. And when she heard their buzz —
raw, real, and beautiful — she smiled.
Word reached the Queen. She summoned them. And when she heard their buzz —
raw, real, and beautiful — she smiled.
They were no longer decoration crew. They were the headline act. At the celebration, the choir
was perfect. But the trio? They were unforgettable.
was perfect. But the trio? They were unforgettable.
Just by being themselves, they created a new kind of harmony.
And the mountain buzzed a little differently ever after.
