There’s a bee in the car. I wind down the window to let it out, for we are all fearful of being stung by the bee. The bee remains on the dashboard, it looks like it doesn’t want to leave. Maybe it’s on its way somewhere nice, but it’s a long way, and it can’t afford a ticket on the bee train, and it would get too tired if it buzzed all the way, I think to myself.

“Let me at it!” screams the young one.

“No!” shouts the middle one, let it live!

Maybe if we’re all nice to the bee and just bring it with us, it’ll be thankful. Although if it is a hitcher, will it be able to contribute to petrol costs? Maybe in honey. Probably not. What if it’s far from home, and it wants to escape, but has been immobilised by our fierceness? I think we should let it out.