Roddy asked the Queen for a leave of absence. He was one burnt out bee. She could see his performance had fallen off, so she granted him a one month leave to find himself.
In gratitude, he shot a wad of honey that landed on her. She laughed it off.
Roddy then moved among the other insects to see where he fit. He embarrassed himself trying to leap like a grasshopper. He failed to carry the load of an ant. Inspecting fetid garbage with roaches made him sick, as did feeding on corpses with dung beetles.
Fireflies mocked his attempt to light up his bum. He lacked the elegance of a Praying Mantis. Houseflies were too quick. Mosquitos were too obnoxious.
At one point, Roddy fell hard for Roweena, a black spider. She rejected him after he failed to produce a web.
Wisdom was all he came away with after his sojourn. Upon returning to the hive, he apologized to the Queen. He still had to produce honey, but at least he didn't have Roweena's quota of five flies a day.
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