Bumbling buzzing bee

Damn those stupid deer and their running. Damn this stupid cold weather. That's exactly how Bee felt at this moment. His paws provided little to no traction as he slid all over the ice. Why was he out her on a frozen over lake? Because the food he sought had decided the best escape from a fat, hungry wolf was running over a huge stupid frozen lake. Did he mention how stupid deer were yet? All he wanted was one mesely little deer. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. 

He slid his way slowly across the ice, his butt meeting the ice almost constantly. How the hell his pa did this shit he would never understand. It took him what felt like hours just to make it back to a solid piece of land. His stomach was on empty and he had no deer to show for his efforts. This was beginning to look like the worst day ever. 

He let himself crumple in the snow. His baby fat cushioned him well and surrounded his body, making a deep depression in the snow. "So fucking hungry..... I could eat a whole buffalo right now...." His whine was low and deep as he layed there. What he wouldn't give right now for someone to con out of their meal. Easy food was always the best food.