Once upon a time, there was a little bee who was getting very tired of having animals and people
steal his honey. If he only had a weapon, a way to fight off the thieves. One day, he decided to
ask Jupiter, king of all the gods, for help.

The little bee flew up to the heavens and buzzed and buzzed until he caught Jupiter's
attention. "My king," he buzzed. "I have brought you a gift of honey!"

One taste and Jupiter's face lit with delight. "What a wonderful gift!" Jupiter smiled. "What
can I do for you, little bee?"

Quivering with fear, the bee explained his problem.

"Hum," said Jupiter.

"I was thinking," the little bee buzzed nervously, "I could guard my honey myself if I had a
weapon. Something like a stinger!"

Jupiter's face grew angry. "You would sting the gods? You would sting ME?" He offered his
wife, Juno, a taste of the honey.

"Such a wonderful taste needs protection!" Juno agreed. "I suggest you give EVERY bee a
stinger. Of course there must be a payment. I know! Any bee who uses your gift must pay for it
with their life. That way, each bee has a choice - protect and die, or share."

"Oh no!" cried the little bee. But Jupiter was already nodding.

"As always my love, a brilliant idea.” With a wave of his hand, it was done. "There you go, little
bee. Your wish is granted."

Sadly, this gift did not go away. Even today, any bee who uses his stinger has to pay with his life.