Oh Honey...

Okay. A few years ago, my dad and I were going on an evening stroll down to the river. We heard a buzzing noise and noticed several bees flying in and out of a hole in a dead tree. The bees sadly died that following winter. Last night, my dad was walking along the same trail, and looked at the tree again. It had been cut down. He took a closer look, and discovered honey combs inside that had been preserved.

Oh Honey...
Oh Honey...
Oh Honey...
Oh Honey...

He gathered the clean honeycombs and left the rest. Who knows if we'll eat it!