All seems well in mine kingdom. The honeybees seem very busy, but they art just happy and excit’d.
I did not knoweth if it wouldst be mine kingdom, but i continu’d submitting mine resume, and one day, i got the job.
Cats normally doth not hast jobs, but being a ruler is quite fitting.
Wait… a messeng’r approaches.
What news doth thou endue me, mine loyal messenger?
Ye are telling me that Bertha is dead? Squish’d thou say?
Meoweth. I see.
Mine priz’d honeybee, Bertha, dost not look well at all.
Mine kingdom suddenly dost not seem like a v’ry happy one.
I wilt doth something about this.
I shall hast mine vengeance.
I will avenge the death of beautiful dram B’rtha.
I hast return’d to mine throne to address an important matter.
Bertha, mine priz’d honeybee, hath been slain. I, your Queen, will hast this murderer execut’d.
How dareth one of my subjects commit such a crime.
While I cannot see the prettiest flowers in the sunlight bushes outside mine window each morning, heads will roll throughout mine kingdom.
I trust’d thou people.
I will not repeat that misprision. ‘Tis time f’r a decree, and f’r that, I wilt get comfy.
It hath been some time since I decreed, but thou hast forc’d mine paw.
Hither it goes!
I, Queen Luna, supreme ruler of all living beings who live by the grace of mine generosity…
… doth declare that all who act to harm a cute dram honeybee … will be immediately euthanized.
I will not hast unruliness in mine kingdom.
Nay one will learn unless I teach them, I fear.