In the mornings, the animals of Fantyland would fly together. Flocks of birds would take to the skies, flying squirrels would zig-zag through the trees, even bats would screech and fly their fastest, hoping to find a cave to escape the noise and the daylight.
There was a group of friends though, of animals who could not fly. Fawna the flamingo, Hareema the hummingbird, and the tiny, but confident, Beeanna the bee.
“Oh, how I wish I could fly with the rest of the animals,” Fawna would say, flapping her reddish-pink wings as she kept one of her eyes trained on the sky.
“Me too, how nice and free it looks up there,” Hareema added.
“Not me! I’m proud not to be able to fly! Who needs to fly when you’ve got six legs!?” Beeanna would always say.
“Well, I’m going to practice flying,” Fawna told her.
“Me too,” Hareema agreed. And the two began hoping, crashing, and falling.
“Beeanna, join us!” Hareema called out to the bee.
“No, I won't. That’s waste of time,” Beeanna told her friends, and then she crawled inside her beehive home.
Inside she curled up in her hanging nest chair and swung it back and forth, pretending she could fly with the rest of the animals, and smell beautiful flowers.
Eventually, Fawna learned that in order to fly, she needed room to take off, and Hareema learned that she needed to flap very fast in order to hover off of the ground.
Soon they were taking off with the rest of the animals, flying around and enjoying life.
Beeanna woke up one morning and crawled out of her hive only to notice that Fawna and Hareema, her best friends, were not there.
Where could they have gone!?
A green zip flew right up to Beeana. This was not just any bird, this was Hareema, her wings flapping so fast they were two faded green blurs.
And then Fawana, the newest pink wonder in the sky, landed right in front of her two friends, so close the wind blew Beeanna back to where she almost fell off the tree branch.
“Woah! Wait, you both can fly!? But how?” Beeanna asked.
“We kept trying to fly even if we looked stupid, and eventually we got it!” Hareema smiled proudly. “It is so fun to fly Beeanna, you have to join us,”
“No! Like I said, I don’t need to fly, it’s unnecessary!” Beeanna yelled. “I’m proud of not being able to fly! You guys can go do whatever!” Beeanna yelled angrily.
“Okay, no need to get so hostile,” Hareema told her friend, and then she and Fawna flew off.
Oh, how badly Beeanna wanted to fly, but she simply couldn’t. She watched her friends fly in the air so blissful and happy. Tears welled in her eyes.
Beeanna tried to fly, again and again, but she kept dropping to the ground. Climbing back up to her home in the tree became hard and tiring.
Beeanna began to cry. Deep down, behind her prideful frown and hateful remarks, Beeanna very much wanted to fly and bee like all the other animals, gliding or hovering or just exploring the land above.
Beeanna cried, for she was a bee who couldn’t fly.
A shadow fell upon Beeanna. “Oh, dear Beeanna, what’s the matter?”
Beeanna looked up. It was Fawna the flamingo, beside her, Hareema the hummingbird looked at her sadly.
“I-I can’t fly!” Beeanna admitted.
“But you said you didn’t want to fly, anyway,” Hareema reminded her friend.
“I only said I didn’t want to fly because I couldn’t! I truthfully long to fly so badly, but I didn’t want to be embarrassed by falling!” said Beeanna.
“Falling is a part of flying,” Hareema told her friend, and Beeanna began to cheer up.
Fawna and Hareema began to help Beeanna learn to fly. Soon Beanna figured out her problem. She couldn’t fly right because she flapped her left wing faster than her right, once she balanced out her flying method, she was able to fly.
“Guys, look at me! I’m really flying!” Beanna smiled and looked down at her friends, who were happy to see her go.
“Yep! Now we can all fly together!” Yelled Fawna, and then the flamingo and hummingbird joined her.
And the three flew off into the sunset.
