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Thistle thought about the question, We might be able to try. I don't know if we will find very much being that most bees are locked up tight in their homes. She thought about the best places it would be, in a rotten log, so they would have to head towards the forest probably.

She saw his eyes wide and then chuckled as she realized what she had said. She perhaps should have edited that out for the youth. However, he didn't seem incredibly bothered by it. And she supposed he would have to learn about that stuff soon enough, being almost fully grown. Just a few more months and he'd be an adult. Just like her children in a month's time. Her babies all grown up.

Thistle chuckled and nodded her head, Yes we can come along. We are going to want to look for an old tree, mostly with a hole in the center. Sometimes they will hang their hives on the outside too, but mostly it is a hollowed out tree. She flicked her tail and nose down began to head towards the forest. Stopping momentarily to look back at him.