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Queen's Daughters

“You do realize we are supposed to be attending the feast, right?” Fizzy whispered to her older sister as they flew away from the Hive.

Daisy groaned again as her wings vigorously propelled her fluffy, yellow-black striped body through the summer air.

“We are supposed to grow up and run our own Hives. How are we going to do that if we don’t know what’s out here?” Daisy demanded as she scoped out the oak trees below.

“But I want some more of that Royal Jelly! Mother’s recipe is the best in the whole park!” Rose complained as she struggled to keep up with her older and bigger siblings.

“You can go and gorge your face on that stuff if you want,” Daisy retorted, “But after I pick out a tree I am going to the Dance Room to find out where the newest flowerbeds are. I will need to know where the best pollen is. I have decided. I will be Queen of my own Hive by next week.”

Fizzy chuckled, “Mother is not going to like the competition.”

Daisy shrugged and turned back, gathering the courage to confront her Mother.

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