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buckthorn had moseyed his way over to the nearest patch of wildflowers to begin the very entertaining process of bee-watching. he was not far from the gathering of commotion his family caused, but his focus was entirely upon the yellow and black flying machines. he picked out one in particular to watch, head teetering around as he tried his best to keep sight of it.

it landed upon a flower for a moment before taking back to the air not a second later. his little sniffer scrunched as he investigated the flower for himself, an abrupt jerk given as he reeled back to let out a sneeze. he glanced back to find temptation in the deer antler his mother had brought them, but the buzzing in his ear pulled his attention back to the bees.