Bees buzzed in the distance, while a yeti’s stomach grew louder in hunger. He knew he shouldn't – the countless times he's been to the made-up-animal-hospital rendered in his mind – but they looked too appetizing. They were a whole damn meal… The white crunch of their wings and the fuzzy aftertaste; he knew what he had to do. He consumed the hive whole; it was a nice snack, at first. This was not the first time this happened. He craved the feeling – bees swarming, crawling in and out of you, making you their family – a feeling of complete belonging that the lonely yeti craved. The yeti was in love with Barry B. Benson? May–bee.