It was late into the evening when the magic happened.
The forest was the perfect place for a story to unfold. A sense of mystery filled the secluded wood, as a swirling, grey fog mischievously crept its way between the trees.After days of waiting, her transformation was complete. The Queen Bee held one of her many children in her outstretched hand; the moment she’d been waiting for had finally arrived . . .
She forgot who she was then she saw a bee siting and waiting . But moments before that bee left it landed on her hand with it’s wings stretched out gracefully behind its back and that bee whispered to her . . . when you sit upon a flower you will find out who you really are she wondered is this myth really true . So later that evening she sat upon a mossy log where a flower lied in front of her and she said please tell me who I really am then . . . she turns to a bee she remembered who she really was so she joined the rest of the bees for the rest of the night . In the morning she was human again and she wondered was that just a dream ?
