Bee Story
Originally published in Australian CountryExcerpt
Her Majesty has been liberated from three days of lockdown in a padded post bag and is secreted in a tiny timber box with five fawning court attendants.
She’s under gauze and quivering. Her aides are edgy, feeding from a plug of sugary fondant, fussing and fidgeting. Perhaps they can predict the tragedy that’s about to unfold. A nearby hive is vibrating in a single pure note and it’s time for introductions.
Instead of the planned insertion of the royal antechamber into the comb for a couple of days, the coronation will begin immediately, the queen will be released directly into the hive. It’s a cruel miscalculation. The workers are assassins …