"Is that a beehive?" Elsa asked, craning her neck to get a good look.
"Yes, it is. Don't get too close," I warned, stretching out an arm to hold the girls back. I was still at least two meters away from the tree, unwilling to get too close in case the bees stung us. I had been stung by a bee once or twice back in the countryside, but I was quite sure that none of the girls had experienced it before. I had no desire to find out if one of them was allergic to bee stings.
"Do you think we can harvest the honey?" Euphie asked, squinting at the dark mass on the branch. It was right up against the trunk, and it looked as big as a watermelon. Although it was not as large as other wild hives I had seen in documentaries, I was hopeful about our chances of getting some honey out of it. After weeks
