Redhawk Caldera Twilight Firefly

"Stinky, effing horrible plants," Birk muttered to himself, while rubbing his sore muzzle with his paws. It did not help much to ease the prickling pain he felt, but gave a feeling that he was doing something. 

"Nah, I will be fine," he replied, stepping away from the dangerous bush and glaring at it with great dislike. "Just think, how much that plant hates the world to hurt others like this?" he asked in a rare moment of philosophical thoughts and then went back to the digging. 

"Let's finish this!" he told, but little did he know that there was trouble around the corner waiting for them again. A bee flew over his head. Then another one. They were approaching a well-hidden bee-hive and did not know that yet.