Share the Pear JM PrescottFor Dana The giants fly to and fro on their leather straps and chains. He dodgesthis way and that to avoid being knocked out of the sky. Finally, he issafely on the other side. HE huff in frustration. Three times a day thegiants disturb his park. He angrily buzzes and straightens his yellow jacket. Then he smells it: that delicious sticky-sweet delight. Could it be? Yes itis! It is a pear: his favourite! He flies toward the smell.He stops mid air. A giant has the pear.She stands a little ways away from the swinging ones eating it. Sheslurps and sucks all those wonderful juices out of the pear: HIS pear,devouring it in gigantic bites.“No!” he buzzes. She ignores him.He buzzes around her head. “Share the pear,” he says, “that’s toomuch for one. A pear that size would feed half the hive.”She takes another juicy mouthful.“So selfish,” he says to himself. “Giants are all alike.”He decides to just join her. What can she say to that? He won’t takemuch: just a taste. He buzzes up close to the pear. He can feel hismouth watering for the sweet goodness. He’s close now, he can almosttaste it.“AHHHHH!” he cries.He is left panting. He checks to makes sure he still has all his legs.What happened? He wonders. He looks down and realizes what almostknocked him out of the sky. The pear lies below him in the dirt.She’s dropped the pear. She tried to hit him, he’s sure of it.Furious, he trusts his stinger forward and charges. She must pay!