A Taste for Honey (Rofik: 210....)

Title: A Taste for Honey                                       Name: Rofik

Chapter: 1. The Solitary Fly                                   grade: C IV

A Taste for Honey

Mr. and Mrs. Heregrove they are my neighborhood, when I saw Mrs. Heregrove is very quiet. Once while I tried to cough of Heregrove, he turned and look at me, didn’t nod; he look quiet suspicious and unfriendly, even though he have seen me and plenty of time at the door. And then he turned and goes down to the path, with his head bent. And go out at the upper and cross the paddock. At that moment his wife came out with my order of honey.

And the tragedy happened, when I going out of honey and was thinking going up for more. The girl who clean house for me, and good in worker, begin to trickle. “Your honey was gone, sir”. I plugged it unwisely. “Well, I always order it myself, Alice”. And now I would have to find another source of honey. 

Chapter 2. The New Beekeeper

I had to find another seller of honey, and as beekeepers were evidently very scared, but I didn’t know why it’s can be the first problem. All my life I have been estimating human a round me by tracks. And now I want to learn something else, but still by it’s tracks. I want to know about bees’ reactions. The are no problem for studied, and by “the particular of flower they go to, the peculiar vision they have so as to pick out like blooms, and the particular sort of honey they yield. We might get special brands of honey from certain broods”.

“I was little interested, but began to feel braver then before to looking for my honey and get away”.

Furthermore, we entered a room on the left of the hall, it was evidently his laboratory.

“Please come in”

He was standing while take hold of glass hell jar, it covered a square of white paper on which lay a small object.

“Would you please study these two bodies through the lens”?

“They don’t look very different to me,” I was just replying, when under the lens a forceps point advanced and pressed on the abdomen of one of the dead bees. The body little a cockled and quite clearly the saber-curved sting was thrust out, and retracted as soon as the pressure was released. Before I ask what such unilluminating experiment showed, batter for you to forceps point darted onto the abdomen of the second bee, depressed it in the same way! It curved a round until seemed it would pierce through the chitin mail of the dead insect’s own thorax.

From comparing the body with the same care with standard Italian, that is a special variety. Certainly it was psychologically remarkable, except for that sting, is psychologically normal. It the temper of hornet, attacked until it was killed.