She sauntered into the hive shaking the snow from her abdomen, she threw aside her velvet coat diamond earrings captured in her eyes. “She is here!” “She is here!” a constellation of voices. “Quiet yourselves, my loves” she said her words the colour of nectar “I have come to choose fifteen of you, to be the fathers of my six million children!” And of them all only the most gentlemanly of suitors would suffice. Of course. What more could we expect, for such a queen?
Man, imagine the horror of alimony?!
Super stuff .Save the bees !
Beautiful writing Marc