Once upon a time there was a bee that didn't want to work. Sometimes she used to fly from tree to tree, collecting nectar from the flowers, but she used to drink it all instead of bringing it to the beehive. Every morning, shortly after the sunrise, she used to come out to the entrance of the beehive. There were always drops of water there, left by the early morning dew. She used to comb herself before the reflecting surface of the water drops. How she admired the neatness of her own haircut and the smoothness of her own hair! How pretty she was! Other bees used to defy the cold breeze of the morning, setting out as early as five o'clock in the morning, but not our lazy bee. She used to stay at the entrance of the beehive almost until noon, observing the strange shape of the clouds or playing with some curious object, like the petal of a rose or an unusual kind of seed. Other bees used to scold her all the time. “Work or we will kick you out of the beehive” they used to tell her. She used to laugh at these hard-working bees. However, one day she got kicked out of the beehive for good. Everyone was so tired of her that they hurled her from the entrance of the beehive and they told her not to come back. She was crying next to her former home when the exterminator arrived and destroyed the entire beehive. She could see all the hard-working bees trying to escape and pleading for mercy. However, not one of them survived. They all died miserable, painful deaths. The lazy bee, however, was spared from the butchery. She moved to another beehive and she still lives there, doing nothing all the time.