They comforted her, and fed her, and soon the hive was going on again in its old, happy way.
BILLYBUZZ THE DRONE
"You are lazy," said the boy who watched the bees. "Why don't you work like the others?"
Billybuzz the Drone helped himself to a little more honey from the best pantry; then he turned his big brown head slowly towards the boy who watched the bees.
"You people will never take the trouble to understand us," he said. "You call us lazy, but we cannot work. We are not made like the workers."
"How is that?" asked the boy. "Surely you can fly about and gather honey? That is easy enough."
"Not if one's tongue is too short," replied the Drone. "The Worker Bees have long, hairy tongues to lick the honey out of the deep flower-cups, but my tongue is too short, and would not reach far enough down."
"But you could gather pollen to make bee-bread for the baby bees," said the boy.
"I have no pollen-basket," said the Drone.