...she ran down the forest slope. The forest of talking trees, they used to sing about the birds and the bees. The bees had declared a war, the sky wasn't big enough for them all. The birds got help from below, from muddy paws and furry coats. For a while things were cold. They were scared down in their holes. The forest that once was green was colored black by those terrible machines. But she and her furry friends took down the Queen Bee and her men. And that's how the story goes. The story of