In a meadow ablaze with molten-gold sunflowers, Barnaby the bumblebee found his perfect resting spot. He was a plump, fuzzy sphere of deep indigo and amber stripes, distinguished by spectacles so large and round they reflected the entire cerulean sky.
Perched upon the plush, velvet-brown centre of the tallest flower, he looked like a tiny scholar on a grand throne. The afternoon heat was intense, but Barnaby was prepared. He held a thimble-sized chalice made of shimmering, crystallised dew. With a contented sigh that ruffled his own fuzz, he sipped the cool, sparkling liquid through a hollow emerald reed straw. The field swayed around him, a dizzying kaleidoscope of sunshine and green, as Barnaby enjoyed his hydration break in high style.
