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Fraxinella
Just as she was giving up hope, a faint buzzing sound came to her
through the thicket of roses from the north. It was a bee, Apis,
making one last foray for nectar before returning to his hive. The
roses stood up as tall and straight as possible, crowding each other to
attract the lone insect. Apis bumbled and skipped between the
flowers, seeking the sweetest among them. They cried out to him:
“Me! Me!”
“Come here, beautiful bee! I’m the one you want.”
“No, no: don’t listen to her. I am the queen of the roses!”
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