Midz-Aset was sunning himself on a rock high up the mountainside, near the frost line, when the bee landed on his nose. His eyes crossed as he regarded it. “Your audacity is impressive.”
The bee answered, “I will live only a season at best, regardless of where I land. Your nose seems as good a place as any…”
The dragon laughed, nearly throwing the bee from its perch. “You’re no mere bee, I think. A God in disguise? An elemental? Why lower yourself?”
“Were I as big as a dragon, say,” the bee said, “the world might always seem small.”
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