| got a call on the beekeeping hotline.|
"bee's in compost bin. new swarm. go."
i kitted up and headed out into the afternoon.
| arriving on the scene i cast a quick eye over the situation. it looked dire, but refusing to give into panic i looked deep inside, took a deep breath, raised my war axe and with a furious bellow upon my lips, lead forth the masses into battle. |
Lifting the lid proved perilous, but undaunted i pressed into action.
the bees remain calmed and chose to calmly submit, offering surrender easily.
i frown at their ease in morals at such an easy defeat.
| they had a structured society, which i ruthlessly rehoused into my ideal labour force.|
they now worship ME as god!