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Summer is almost over now. It is still very hot during the day, but at night the autumn insects have already started their chirping. Bibi has little energy these days. Some days she doesn't even go to see Taro. Taro is worried that she doesn't like him anymore or that maybe she is sick. Even when Bibi does come to visit, she is weak and can't even fly straight.
"Bibi, what's wrong? Are you feeling ill?" "Taro, I think it's time we say goodbye." "Are you moving?" Taro asks. "Are you leaving the hive?" "No, I cannot move anymore," Bibi says. "You're sick, aren't you? I'll find some medicine for you. Will a ribwort leaf work?"
"My life is coming to an end, Taro. Dogs may live 15 years I hear, but worker bees like us don't live more than six months. That's why..." "You're dying?" Taro asks in disbelief. "I won't ever see you again? You can't do that!" "I can't help it. But I think we are quickly reborn again as worker bees. We lose most of our memory of the past, but I'll never forget you, Taro. So promise me, if you see another worker bee that looks like me, please say hello." After saying this, Bibi flies away, never to return. |