The Greater Fool

I sat down on the front porch steps where the sunflowers grew. I watched the bumble bees buzz and perch themselves on the flower's black cushion. I asked them if they knew their purpose and they just looked at me blankly as if I were the greater fool. "Man doesn't assign all purpose," one bee said. I furrowed my brow and replied, "Oh really?" I stood up and walked to the gardening shears that leaned against the home's siding and promptly cut down the sunflower's stalk. As the bubble bees flew away I hoped they realized I was just proving a point.