As morning came, he began his dance on the saucer like usual. He loved when he got a pat of appreciation or a little kiss on the forehead. But today, none of that came.

Just when the fire in him was turning cold, he heard a buzz. And before he could react, a bee splashed in his heart. There was no use of his talent any more.

If only the searching hand would have found him earlier!

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"If talent and opportunity can meet at the right time, nothing is impossible."