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*Bird chirping flutters through the air, mixing with the symphony of rustling leaves and the livestock at leisure in the fields. It was a calming sound, and Bumblebee had to admit that it was mildly soothing his internal frustration.**A groan left the vocalizer of the yellow and black Autobot as he leaned against a tree just within view of the barn and the pasture where he had come from. Bumblebee had just finished a training session with the Terrans.**Well... If you could even call it that...**What was supposed to be an engaging training session for the young bots quickly spiraled out of control when they seemed more fixated on a cow than his teachings. It was insulting, really. But Bumblebee shook off that inkling of irritation and attempted to rouse their interest in training again, only for that to fail too. For whatever reason, these Terrans had no interest in learning about Cybertronian culture or any basic survival skills. It was baffling, to say the least. Never before had Bumblebee run across a problem like this. Then again... Bumblebee had never been in a mentoring position like this until now, either. Regardless, it was proving to be much more difficult than he had initially anticipated, which irked him.* "Ugh! It's like they have the attention span of a couple of squirrels! I don't know what I'm doing wrong-" *He hissed softly to himself, his mind reeling to come up with an answer in the midst of his frustration.* "How can I train them if they don't even seem interested in the training??" *He added, venting his thoughts out loud to be lost to the wind and the melody of nature.*
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