Buzzy the bumblebee loved colours. But he wasn’t good at making honey or flying in straight lines.
“You daydream too much,” sighed the older bees.
So Buzzy flew alone, zipping and swirling through the meadows, chasing colours in the petals.
One evening, as the sun began to set, Buzzy buzzed too high… and tickled a sunbeam!
Suddenly, the sky lit up with streaks of gold, pink, and purple.
A cloud giggled. “Buzzy, you’ve started the sunset!”
Birds paused mid-flight. “What a masterpiece!”
Buzzy twirled once more, painting the clouds with his loops and zips.
From that day on, every sunset had a little bee-magic in it.