A squirrel saw a group of friendly bees working day and night without any rest. Out of curiosity, he approached them, politely.
“Howdy, my bee-zy friends, can I praise you enough for always working so hard!”
“Tell me about it!” replied one elderly bee, in a coarse and tired voice.
The others all shook their heads, but nobody stopped working.
The squirrel had always heard about the cruel and manipulative Queen Bee and the agenda to dethrone her, so, naturally, he got curious.
“So… how is your Queen?”
“She’s very well. Thank you!” A younger bee flew by swiftly and responded with a forced smile.
“Oh, yeah? I thought her good-hearted daughter was going to succeed? What happened?”
That question sent the bees all into silence.
Sensing the strange sentiment, the quick-minded squirrel jumped on top of a higher tree branch and did a few funny backflips to ease the tension.
The bees all laughed and soon went back to work. After a short while, that elderly bee finally dropped to the ground, having exhausted all his energy. Dying, he called the visibly upset squirrel to his side.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes. What happened to the referendum? Everyone was rooting for you guys to get rid of the evil Queen!”
“The Queen won and kept her power,” answered the feeble elderly bee.
“How come?!” exclaimed the rather surprised squirrel, knowing that the angelic Princess was well-loved by the public.
“Well,” the elderly bee sighed. “Princess wouldn’t hurt us if we didn’t vote for her but… the Queen sure would.”
“That… doesn’t make any sense!” The squirrel shook his tail in disbelief.
“And look at her! Princess is working with us now.”
With the last bit of strength, the elderly bee pointed to the younger bee the squirrel had just talked with.
Between the longing for goodness and the fear of evil, humanity examines all its weaknesses.