Story starter!

It was late into the evening when the magic happened.

The forest was the perfect place for a story to unfold. A sense of mystery filled the secluded wood, as a swirling, grey fog mischievously crept its way between the trees.

After days of waiting, her transformation was complete. The Queen Bee held one of her many children in her outstretched hand; the moment she’d been waiting for had finally arrived…

She had followers she could finally become Queen bee have her own swam of bees but she didnt just have followers she had friends people she could trust. Queen bee locked the bees in a cage and ran back home,just intime for supper.

Her mothher asked what she was doing in the medow."so whats for desert "she said acting like she didnt hear her mother.The chef braught out a plate with rasberry pie filled to the top with black and red rasberries.she demolished it and ran up to her room got ready for bed and slept without any trouble.

Back at the dinner table her mum had a fealing that her daughter was up to no good so her mother whent to investigate on the medow she put on her cloack.When she saw the bees she got a bit frighteend one was staring right at her it went fling up to her arm and stuck its stinger right on her shoulder her mothe colapsed and at morning she dissapeared,was never to be seen again.