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The bees could not have been more annoyed.
The faerie convention took over the marigolds.
Let’s zoom back to the lilacs, Worker Bee Dee suggested.
The lilacs had been commandeered by a bunch of brownies.

They could not squeeze their way into a single blossom.
We need to give the fey a few rules, the worker bees agreed.
They asked Worker Bee Dee to suggest staggering fey conventions.
It’s just a brownie family reunion, she told them.

How long will it last? The worker bees asked her, shocked.
Not sure.  They told us to take a load off and relax.
The bees were consternated, they had never done this before.
They were fearful that the Queen Bee would be angry.

In actuality, the Queen Bee had set up the reunion and convention.
She wanted the worker bees to become riled up.
They make their best honey when they are frenzied she told her maid.
Lady in waiting was shocked; but wisely kept queen’s confidence.

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