Systematic re-homing

While Asmodeus didn't think a single tree was good enough for his friends the bees, his mother had seemed to have found one that might be suitable. When she pointed it out he judged it with a careful considering stare, circling around it from every direction and inspecting each individual branch he could see for height, color, and decoration. "Don't ya tink the bees will want a bettah view?" He asked, unconvinced. "Dey won't be able to see da sun through da branches." It was a very pretty tree, that much Deus could see. The bees however deserved perfect, and was it really perfect if they had to fly past the weeping foliage every time they wanted to see the sky, the sun, the horizon?



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