One peculiar bee: Difference between revisions

It was a dead bee! But it was still twitching! How ghastly, I thought! I murdered a bee! After crying for nearly twenty long, sorrowful minutes, I finally came to my senses and decided upon what to do. If I kill one bee, I must justify my actions by killing every other bee in the same way! I tore across the meadows insanely, crushing every bee. I was horrified by myself, but it was fun! I didn't stop at the bees, either! I also crushed every butterfly, hummingbird, small animal, and insect and everything in between that occupied those meadows. It was fun and I felt content with my actions, and I believed it rightfully justified my actions. Now I will move onto the next meadow and do the same.