They weren’t really sure what was on the other side but routine was never really their preference, nor was living in a governed society, so they look a leap of faith and never looked back.
The old coach looked at the formation, approved of the twin split wide-outs and the split tailbacks, but noticed far too many men on the line, and no quarterback, and mumbled, “stupid wildcat.”
It seemed crazy, even to them, but Beatrice and Beenjamin used every ounce of sweet strength between them and walked away from what was expected and what was rational and what every other bee thought was right…and then they flew.
The bees were just one sign that the wheelbarrow brew was ready to bottle.
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