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Charon listened to the explanation that Thistle gave about the bees. He'd heard things about spring and summer, though it was hard for him to imagine what it was like because he had never seen it himself. "I wonder what spring and summer is like," said Charon with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Thistle followed him as he came into motion and trotted off, looking for a hollowed out tree. It could be either a standing or fallen down one, Charon mentally noted, and he looked left and right as he walked, looking for the described tree. "What does a 'hive' look like?" Charon asked while they walked. He found a hollowed out tree with a hole in it that was laying in the forest, and Charon put his paws against the side and carefully put his nose into the hole in the tree. "Aw, it's empty..." Charon disappointedly said. It was the right type of tree, but sadly no bees had decided to build their homes in this one.