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buckwheat. You know there is noth¬ 
ing better for making honey.” 
“Well, I rather like the taste of 
buckwheat, myself,” said the wasp, 
“and so, if you do not mind, I will 
follow along after you.” 
“Very well,” said the bee, “I am 
sure there is enough for both of us.” 
“What a pity that you cannot 
come, too, Miss Formica,” said the 
wasp. “It seems rather shabby of 
us, who have wings, to fly off and 
leave you, who have no wings, all 
alone.” 
“ Oh, pray, do not worry about 
me,” said the ant serenely. “I will 
work a while at my tunneling, and 
then it will be bedtime.” 
“And you will not be lonely?” 
