PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville
Harald lived with his family over the fence. Wise Queen Martha chose Gene’s yard. Gene was a gardener who enjoyed bringing new cultivars home. He squeezed them into the already overflowing beds from spring until fall; a dazzling array of colors and fragrances.
When Gene planted cushion hakea, Harald went to work. His pouches sagging, he barely made it over the fence and home. Staggering in, it took his last bit of energy to dance the news to his dronemates. Harald felt like a king – then collapsed, dead of exhaustion. The pollen was unloaded and taken to the nursery.
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