The queen bee of Mount Hymettus was proud of her hive. She had loyal workers and a golden treasure trove of honey. What more could a queen bee want?
If only humans would leave her hive and her honey alone, she could be truly happy.
"Men!" she snarled. "How I hate them! How dare they invade my hive! How dare they take my honeycomb! Honey is food fit for the gods. It was never meant for human use!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She buzzed with fury. That's when an idea came to her.
Honey truly was food fit for the gods. There was no god more powerful than Jupiter. Maybe the queen bee should pay a visit to that most noble of Roman gods. Maybe she would take along a golden gift.