Buy Me a CoffeeThey loved to sing. And would do so, gentle melodies, each time they went to harvest the hives. During that time, there always seemed to be other singers around them, the voices raised in gentle accompaniment. Even the bees seemed to calm during this. Once the honey was harvested, two small jars were left on the stoop, and the singer went to their home to process the rest. -- Anon Guest
Laurie sang to her bees. They were good company, and frequently sung along with her. Or, that was what she thought. The rest of the village thought she was strange, but she was used to that.
Used to the whispers that she was fey-touched, strange, unnatural, and other such nonsense.
Most people spoke to their hives, Laurie knew, telling the bees the news of the family, or the town, or just plain gossip. Laurie sang it. She sang songs about what her neighbors said about her. She sang songs of market prices for honey or of wax. She sang songs of the mean things people sometimes whispered when they thought she couldn't hear them.
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