Vignette 1

by Bobby Mac

The hive was buzzing with excitement by the time I arrived with the good news.

As I came in for a landing, I noticed my fellow bees saluting me, wings flashing....

I landed and they pressed around me........

I performed the location dance, parading before them proudly, wings twitching with excitement and pride......

And as they understood my moves, a hush started to fall, the buzzing muting away......

Until they all stood silent, facing me and my deflated pride.....

I wondered what was wrong.......

'You have fallen prey to an old trick,' one of the older worker bees told me.....

'The location you describe is a human garden,' she continued, 'and those that go there seldom return.....and none live long after returning.'

I was saddened at these thoughts as I flew out into the wide world again.

For the life of a worker bee never stops...............



(to be continued)