Where was everybody? The explanation continues...

So where was I? Oh yeah.

“Royal Renovation?” I asked Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew.

“Yes indeed,” he said, then he went on to explain the whole thing to me.

What happened was that the Swarm had to temporarily move out of the Hive, by Royal Order of the New Queen, Her Majestic Highness, Queen Jemima. (I totally missed Her Coronation, beecause the Swarm didn’t hold the elections until after I’d fallen asleep, which means I never voted, which also means that I’m not responsible for what kind of Queen she turns out to bee.)


After she was Coronated, about all she did was look around the Hive, then go into this long rant about how messy and broken down the Hive had beecome.

“This place is a total disaster. We are not pleased - not even slightly,” She told everybody.

Of course, everybody started grumbling beecause they figured She was gonna make everybody forget about taking a long, Cold Season Nap like they’d planned to do, and that they’d hafta work double-shifts to clean things up instead of sleeping. Luckily, Queen Jemima seems to bee a very Practical Queen, so she informed everyone that they had to move out so that they wouldn’t bee in the way of the Repair, Refurbish, and Remodelling Consultants she’d hired to completely re-do the Hive.

That was a good thing, and everybody was relieved, I guess they found out where they were going to have to move while all that work was beeing done.

But I’ll tell you about that later. I hafta go do something.

Let’s all bee careful out there.