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One beautiful summer day I walked from the old family farmhouse down to a sheltered spot by a stream meandering around the base of a hill. Despite the brightness of the day, I was feeling gloomy and burdened. I sat on the trunk of a large tree that had fallen across the stream to the opposite bank.

Soon I saw a honeybee being carried along underwater. I scooped him up onto the riverbank in the sunshine. He seemed drenched and lifeless as I placed a bright wildflower beside him. However, the next thing I knew, he staggered over to the flower, wings half-glued, soggy body flopping. He persisted, falling then rising, until within a short time he was busily collecting pollen. Then he flew off—free!

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