"A Tale of a Girl's Transformation into a Honeybee"

Runner-up

by Makiko Izumida (Hyogo)

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5. The Queen Bee's Room

Suddenly the scenery became lighter. The windows on the eighth floor were especially large. There was a carpet of soft grass spread out in the wide corridor. I stood before a large set of double doors, trying to peep into the hexagonal queen bee's room in the center.
At that moment,
"Who's there!"
I was taken by surprise by a honeybee that challenged me from behind.
On that voice, the doors of the queen bee's room opened a little. A few honeybees gazed at me side by side.
The honeybee behind said,
"What's your name?"
"I am Q."
I answered without turning around. Honeybees cannot lie, I supposed. The honeybees behind the doors said one after another,
"Q ?"
"Room Q is on the third floor, isn't it?"
"Q bees do not belong in this area."
"We are busy making preparations for the wedding of Her Majesty the Queen."
"You had better go back to your room and do your work at once."
I simply nodded without saying anything.
But honeybees are such good-natured persons, I mean, good-natured bees. When I nodded in response, they became relieved and closed the doors. The honeybee behind me entered the queen bee's room without saying anything.
These worker bees are the A and B bees that are responsible for taking care of the queen bee.
I made a round of the corridor on the eighth floor.
I could see a bright sun shining outside the window. A seemingly endless stream of worker bees were descending on the field in front of the castle.
It won't be possible for this story to proceed unless I were able to get a peek of the queen bee's room. At that point, I was wondering what to do when the room became clamorous and the doors opened once again.
I was so surprised that I hid under the grass carpet.
The nursing honeybees silently entered the corridor with grim expressions on their faces and went down the ladders on the wall. I was soon left very much alone. I think they went down six ladders on the wall of the corridor.
"Good. This is my chance."
I approached the heavy doors of the queen bee's room and gently tried pushing them.
I saw the same soft grass carpet as that in the corridor. The room was large and the ceiling was bright. This was a light streaming through the large ornament of Chinese milk vetch flowers on the top of the castle. The queen bee's room had no chairs or tables or any other kind of furniture. A thick glass column in the center of this room was the only thing I found in the room.
I was examining the room for a while. It appeared to be empty.
Where was Her Majesty the Queen?
Pondering this, I quietly entered the room and approached the hexagonal column.
Inside the glass column there was an elevator. The glass door of the elevator was open wide.
At that point, the grass on the carpet beside the wall moved slightly.
The queen bee was sleeping on her stomach on the grass with her beautiful wings neatly folded. Around her some attendant bees were quietly waiting on her on the grass.
In a panic, I stepped back so as to escape before being caught. Without checking what was behind me, I ended up inside the elevator.
The glass door was shut like a curtain. The elevator started to move quietly.
I went past the seventh floor. sixth floor. fifth floor, and so on...
I wondered if the dark forms beyond the glass column were the rooms of the worker bees.Wow. This honeybee castle is really something.
However, this was not the time to be entertaining such idle thoughts. The attendant bees in the upper floor may be in an uproar over the current state of affairs. And if I do descend to the second basement, the nursery bees will be expecting the queen bee and not me to exit the elevator.< what will happen?
At a loss over what to do, I started walking in circles inside the large elevator. The hall... the nectar cellar.
The elevator finally came to a stop on the nursery floor.
The glass door opened quietly.
The honeybees working on the tightly arranged honeycombs all looked back at me in unison.
I cringed into the smallest possible version of myself and jumped out past the elevator doors in a flash.
"Oh, an empty elevator..." someone muttered.
"I wonder what happened."
"Isn't Her Majesty the Queen now in the midst of preparations for her wedding?"
"We must inform the eighth floor immediately."
The elevator doors closed while the honeybees were discussing what they should do.
I found a narrow passageway between some honeycomb panels and began to sneak away.
Anyway, I decided to go back to the place where Q and I parted company.
If I were unable to see my partner honeybee Q again, I wouldn't know what to do.

Taking care not to let nursery honeybees notice me, I managed to reach the stairs.
There were a number of honeybees there as well. They were busily moving back and forth between the nursery and nectar cellar above.
I tried not to raise my head and hurriedly ran up the stairs.
Kapa kapa kapa
Toko ton ton
The music started all of a sudden above me. The dance would be starting in the hall.
The honeybees working on the nectar cellar quickly gathered at the stairs. All of the areas around me were packed with crowds of honeybees. Even if I were to try to push my way through the crowds to get to the higher level, none of the honeybees would probably think of stepping aside to let me through.
The bees might realize then that I was a stranger if I were to get restless and start rustling about.
So I decided to be still for a while during the time that I was there.







6. The First Kiss

The music ceased.
The honeybees around me started to move after a long while.
Now's my chance!
I quickly ran up stairs that were filled with honeybees. In the meantime the bees lined up in triple file from the hall to the nectar cellar.
I soon entered the hall whose lights had just dimmed.
At that moment, the dancer bees rushed toward the stairs. I stood against a wall, when a worker bee put her mouth close tot mine.
Bletch!
This was the first time I had ever been kissed.
Something sweet flowed into my mouth. The bee pushed the nectar she collected into my mouth and quickly left me.
Dancer bees that then rushed up kissed those in the stairs and then left them. The kissed bees kissed subsequent ones, who then followed suit.
This was a real kiss relay. The relay was their way of carrying nectar over to the nectar cellar below.
But I swallowed the sweet nectar. It was good because I'd had nothing since I had left my garden.
I was satisfied with the mouthful of nectar when another bee tapped my antenna with hers.
"Where have you been!"
It's the voice of that Q.
"Come here right away..."
Q pushed her way through the crowd...of bees, not people, out of the hall. "Do not move around as you like. Behave as I tell you, OK?"
Q was upset.
"It is still daytime. I will go to work once again."
"Take me with you, please."
"No, not yet."
"How come?"
"You cannot go out until you have learned the ABCs of the work in the castle."
Saying so, Q entered the corridor all the while hurrying me away. She rushed me off to a ladder, which she too climbed.
"You are supposed to visit Room Q on the third floor."
"Why are you suddenly find it necessary to lord it over me the instant you get back in the castle?
I was sullen and walked in the corridor on the third floor.
I stood there awhile in front of the door of Room Q of my own accord.
"OK, let's go in."
Q pushed the door open with her body.
Room Q was triangular in shape. The innermost section had a six-sided glass column though which Her Majesty's elevator moved. The faint light of this room comes from that section alone. In the darkness, many honeybees here and there were busily rubbing their bodies.
"They are newborn worker bees. They are rubbing off their skin."
Q said as she pushed me into the room.
"Your work from tomorrow is indicated in the honeybee writing on the wall. Join these young honeybees rubbing themselves and imitate them.
"Imitate them?"
I was sullen again. But Q left me.

"Would you like to come here?"
A bee spared me a place and called me over.
I felt rather dismayed. The idea of imitating the action of rubbing one's body...
I thought that I still had some self-respect as a human being. So I was embarrassed and hesitated when someone suddenly said: "Oh, so you've already rubbed off your skin."
That bee was thoroughly convinced that I had rubbed myself clean. She did not doubt it in the least bit.
When I had cooled down a little bit, I read the honeybee writing. When read in human language, it would have read as follows:

Work of indoor bees
Day one through day two Cleaning duty in the castle
Day three through day five Nursing of senior larvae
Day six through day fifteen Nursing of junior larvae
Flight training
Day tenth through day twenty Storage of nectar and pollen
Preparation of honeycomb rooms gatekeeper duty

So, it appeared that the honeybees were not allowed out of the castle during their first twenty days of life.
I felt so blue.
The newborn honeybees, after rubbing off their skin, started cleaning Room Q. It should be obvious that the bees do not use vacuum cleaners or brooms to do their cleaning. What they use is their mouths. In other words, they consume whatever has to be removed.
I was feeling blue again.
Worker bees appear to feel ashamed when they have nothing to do while others are busy doing their own work. I too was a honeybee after all, for I could understand the honeybee language and read honeybee writing. Fulfilling my duty was challenging, but I persevered, picking up and eating all of the dust in the room.

Night closed in. One after another, the honeybees returned to this room.
One hundred, then another hundred and so on...
Some three hundred honeybees had sit in order from the innermost corners of the room.
Not knowing where I should sit, I decided to stand behind the door.
"These are all Qs,"
My partner Q whispered in my ear.
I was amazed.
I had so many fellow honeybees with the same name of Q. So the first friend I got to meet was named the first Q, the same being true regarding the honeybee that would be my second friend as the second Q, and the one after that as well as the third Q.
Suppose there were as many rooms as the 26 alphabetic letters besides the room for the male drone bees and the queen bee... and three hundred worker bees were to live in each of these rooms...
"Wow. What a huge number that would turn out to be."
I was startled at that point by the sound of my own voice after having unconsciously uttered those words.
"Anything wrong?"
The first Q asked me.
"Yes, I was counting the number of honeybees in this castle."
"I see."
The first Q said with a rather sad voice.
"Usually we have many more honeybees, but there are very few now."
She continued.
"Why?"
"Because a new queen was just born."
I was confused.
"Because a new queen was just born, the former queen left the castle with her numerous worker bees."
She was talking about hiving off.
I then recalled the numerous instances of hiving off that I had seen when I was a human.





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