If I was a talking bee I would try and get all the other bees to talk aswell. If they didn’t I would go to other hives and look for bees that were like me. If I couldn’t find any I would feel very alone. However I’d be the sort of bee that laughs in the face of loneliness, so I’d get through it.
There are also lonely people in the world, so I could talk to them. Maybe our friendships would last a lifetime. I wouldn’t be eligible to drink legally in pubs so if I could make friends with someone over 18 they could buy me scrumpy.
Obviously the ideal situation would be finding or teaching other bees to talk. We would discuss important bee issues like, how are we doing for honey? Is hexagonal really the way? Why can we sleep with only one woman and why is she so fat? We could talk all through the night. We might become lazy and decide work is for suckers and start some sort of bee revolution. I would name myself Bee Chevara and encourage everyone to revolt against the queen and make a more democratic bee society. I’m not sure how this would work though.
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