The History of Bees by Maja Lunde

This was the best time.  I was out with the bees a lot now.  Took my time. Sometimes I just stood there studying how they danced. The movements back and forth, in which I wasn’t exactly able to discern any system, but I knew it was their way of telling one another about where the best nectar was.  “Now I’m fluttering my wings a little, moving to the right, then two steps to the left, and then spin around and that means you have to fly past the big oak, up the small slope, over the stream, and there, my friends, there you’ll find the bet patch of wild raspberries you could imagine.”