I discovered that it is the Scottish Bee that makes its home in the ground and wears the black and gold tartan for I have just met the William Wallace of bees.
It was a day like most others while pillaging and plundering the green country side of JonesLawn, when I came across the village which was presumably home to the rebel Wallacebee. As good English tend to do when stumbling across a Scottish hold, I leveled the village with the rotating blade of my superior war machine and proceeded to murder the villagers with a hardy dose of insecticide.
I proceeded on with my travels through the countryside and upon turning towards home was bee-seiged by a lone freedom fighter crying out for liberation from the oppression of the royalty. I felt the sting of his attack and knew the time to flee was upon me. Upon arriving in the security of the royal dwelling, I looked back to see that his fight was a lone one and with only a slight blemish on the face of the nobility, I realize that the supremacy of the kingdom was intact.
As I gazed across the blighted lanscape, I wondered if the self-sacrifice of Wallacebee would lead to a larger uprising among the Scottish Bees or would be a verification of the power of the Monarchy. We will see when next I wander out to pillage and plunder the mighty yard.
