Bromford and Honey-Bee ...

 

»Honey, I'm home! What's the buzz tonight?«

Did the llama leave the penthouse at all today? Or why is it staging its return this way?

»This is my present roommate and animal companion,« I try to introduce the animal to my guest tonight as the llama is dramatically entering the living room.

»Is that a honey-bee?« the llama asks.

»I think so,« I answer.

»What's their name?«

»Couldn't figure it out yet,« I say. »It is only buzzing.«

»Do honey-bees do hibernation? Or what do they do in winter times?«

»Never thought about that, llama,« I have to admit.

»Some people and especially some animals say, the bees are leaving planet Earth because it is going to the dogs,« the llama says. »As are the dolphins.«

And after a longer pause of silence, »... and the ducks. There used to be ducks on that pond in the village. But now they are all gone.«

»What are you talking about, animal?« I ask.

»I don't know, dude,« the animal says, I don't know. »But did you know that honey is not vegane? It is produced by enslaved creatures who are not giving it willingly. As is milk. But the only water in the forest is the river.«

And during our senseless banter we did not notice that the honey-bee has left the penthouse on the roof top above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building and skyscraper on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, buzzing into the autumn evening through the glassdoor to the roof terrace.

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Today is Friday, the 17th of October, 2025.