Raiding the Hive

Acorn studied the beehive hanging high above in the top of old elm tree. To his right his friend, Stump, was humming tunelessly while tossing rocks in a puddle. Acorn flapped his semi-transparent wings and floated a few inches off the ground. He was so excited he was glowing a dull red. Stump hooted for joy as one of his rocks managed a double-skip on the small pool. 

"We can do it," Acorn said. His eyes were glued on the hive. 

"Let it rest, Acorn," Stump said. He was already searching for another pebble to throw. "Collecting honey is dangerous." 

"Only if the bees catch you." Acorn waved away Stump's objection. "And besides honey is always better fresh." 

"I'm not going." Stump shook his head, gave up his search and flew to the other side of the clearing beneath a blackberry bush. He reached up and began eating the ripe berries. 

"Some friend," Acorn muttered. He flew a little closer to the hive. He could smell that wonderful honey. He hesitated then flew full force at the hive. He landed on it and drove his tiny dagger into the papery surface, sawing himself a hole. He was so close, the idea of all that honey was intoxicated him. 

Bees began to pour out of the hive and surround the little pixie. Acorn didn't hear the incessant hum of their wings and continued to saw at the hive with single-minded determination. Seconds pass and the bees' droning rocked the air with increasing intensity. 

Acorn looked up from his work and took in all the bees crowding the air around him. He worked his throat a little, "Uh . . . hi." He floated away from the hive as still more bees poured out of it and headed for him. 

Acorn turned in mid-air and flew across the clearing as fast as his wings could carry him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Murder! Bloody murder!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Barely staying ahead of the ever increasing swarm of bees, Acorn crisscrossed back and forth across the clearing hoping the swarm would tire. 

"Stay where you are, you honey-hoarders!", he shouted even as he increased his speed to stay ahead of them. Looking back to check his distance, he missed seeing the tree in his path and flew full speed into it. His little body rebounded off the tree and fell to the ground to lay hidden beneath a clump of crabgrass. 

Hours later Acorn woke up feeling sore from head to foot, seated nearby was his friend Stump eating something golden by the fistful. Acorn sat up and scanned the sky for the angered bees. 

"Want some?" Stump asked with a hiccup as he held out his sticky hand. 

Acorn focused his eyes on the offered hand and realized that it is covered in honey. "Where'd you get it?" He said in a worshipful voice. 

"I snagged it while the bees were chasing you." Stump reached his hand into a pot by his side and pulled it out thick with oozing honey. 

Laughing Acorn reached into the pot and began his own feast. "Is there anything better than honey?" he asked before he shoved his sticky hand his mouth. 

Stump's only answer, being drunk on honey as he was, was a gentle snore, as he had passed out.