Wicker Man (The Bees! The Bees!)

Bourbon was excited to bring some honey home with him for the young puppies that were growing exponentially. He had a hunch that they would remain smaller like he was, but they still had a bit of growth to go before they even reached his height. Still there was quite a bit of struggle before he could see through his efforts. His bright eyes took in the tree and the pair of them grew quiet for a long moment as they took in the split tree and the giant hive. The bees had such a great defensive fortress, Bourbon was unsure how they were going to harvest it all. Thankfully he’d brought a bag with him, inside he had little receptacles for the honey.

The real problem was gathering the golden liquid. Resin took a seat, just as perplexed as he was. ”Well,” he started slowly, feeling the same sentiments about skipping a ridiculous amount of stings. This hive was much too big for them to harvest the entirety, he wondered… ”Maybe we can find a storage chamber that no one is guarding. A hive this size surely they can share a bit.” He offered as he found his own feet and snuck forward carefully. He’d leave a wide berth to the tree but he’d take in every angle.

”I’ve heard smoke is helpful, but I think I found a hollow branch.” He started, gesturing towards his chosen place. ”If we break off the branch and high tail it out of here, maybe we can get out with minimal stings.” He chuckled, unable to remove the smile from his features.

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