Odd Taste
“I really think we should get back to the hive,” one suggested.
“What do you think we are trying to do?” grumbled another.
“I don’t know,” mused a third, raising his voice a bit to be heard over the gnawing that filled their prison, “this is not a bad tasting wax.”
“I don’t think this is wax at all,” complained the first voice. “It tastes of things long dead.”
“How could you say such a thing?” gasped the third. “We are not,” and its voice dropped in disgust, “carrion worms.”
“Of course not,” snapped a voice. “We are the precious daughters of the wandering queen. We eat only the finest golden produce of our mother’s slaves.”
“Well we have to eat it anyway,” said the third voice a bit sullenly. “So we might as well enjoy it is all that I am saying.”
“Enjoy it or not,” spoke up a new voice.
Then the prison shuddered and a great shadow fell over them.
“Eat quickly my sisters,” the new voice pressed them. “Eat quickly.”
If it exists SOMETHING will eat it.
“I really think we should get back to the hive,” one suggested.
“What do you think we are trying to do?” grumbled another.
“I don’t know,” mused a third, raising his voice a bit to be heard over the gnawing that filled their prison, “this is not a bad tasting wax.”
“I don’t think this is wax at all,” complained the first voice. “It tastes of things long dead.”
“How could you say such a thing?” gasped the third. “We are not,” and its voice dropped in disgust, “carrion worms.”
“Of course not,” snapped a voice. “We are the precious daughters of the wandering queen. We eat only the finest golden produce of our mother’s slaves.”
“Well we have to eat it anyway,” said the third voice a bit sullenly. “So we might as well enjoy it is all that I am saying.”
“Enjoy it or not,” spoke up a new voice.
Then the prison shuddered and a great shadow fell over them.
“Eat quickly my sisters,” the new voice pressed them. “Eat quickly.”
If it exists SOMETHING will eat it.
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