Drucilla is napping on her bed. She has had a long night battling a leaky roof in the insekt hotel. At this very moment, she is dreaming about moving into her new beehive. Sad to say, its construction has only just begun, so it will be a long time before Drucilla’s dream comes true. The queen cannot hear Dalton tiptoe into the chamber. When he sees that Drucilla is fast asleep, he turns to leave. In a rare moment of indecision halts at the door and turns himself around to approach the queen again. This repeats itself twice until the queen is pulled out of her dreams by Dalton’s frustrated sigh.
Drucilla (sits up and blinks): Who’s there?
Dalton (stands erect): Captain of the Royal Guard, my queen!
Drucilla (yawns): Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?
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