The humming grows, and grows and grows, soon it is a great BUZZZING which fills the air, the white boxes begin to shake slightly and out pours a great torrent of yellow and black the combined humming of their wings creating a great roaring sound which fills the surrounding garden.<br/><br/>They spread and flow covering the flowerbeds as thousands of tiny workers begin pollinating the monastery.<br/><br/>"See"<br/><br/>Mary states above the din and she turns around, bee covered fuchsias in hand which she thrusts towards the Lucha-Monk<br/><br/>"Take them" she offers<br/><br/>"Don't you want to play with them too?" she pushes the pot into the large man's hands<br/><br/>"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ" she squeaks and begins running from flower bed to flower bed waving her arms as she does so.<br/><br/>She begins chattering at the many different bee which fill the air around them, calling out names like...<br/><br/>"Stripers!"<br/><br/>"Hun-Hun"<br/><br/>and<br/><br/>"Sir Fuzz-alot"<br/><br/>as she goes.