The golden worker bees on the Eureka Tower shined in the scorching sun like stars.

My taxi pulled up to the footpath and I jumped out of the passenger seat in excitement with a thud.

I immediately noticed the colossal queen bee on top of the building. I delicately pulled my trusty camera out of my back pocket. It flashed rapidly as I click, click, clicked  with joy.

‘What an AMAZING experience,’ I thought.

My happiness levels exceeded my expectations as I slowly walked closer to the eye catching artwork. The bee installation was pleasing my soul. This was magnificent.

I jolt to my feet when I hear the sound of loud buzzing. Quickly I draw open my curtains to find a massive beehive, with bees the size of houses flying towards it.

I start to panic, heart racing, legs heavy. 

I run down the stairs, out the door and stop in the middle of the street. It seems like the Queen is sitting on top of the hive. 

I slowly walk closer and closer. I jumped at the sound of scales scratching against the ground. I turn around and see the titanoboa coming.

I scream, “HERE COME THE BEES!”

As the alienated bees fly on the roof of the Waspville doughnut shop, the police come to the scene of the crime.

“Doughnuts!” shouts Bobby the fat one.

“Oi! Get to work, nobody cares about the round things,” said Jimmy the skinny one. But the fat one was already in the shop.

“I got 13, 1 for you, 12 for me,” says Bobby excitedly.

“We will have them after, but right now we have to get to work,” Jimmy tells Bobby annoyed.

Hours of work killed the alienated bees. They were covered in blood, so they happily ate the doughnuts.

As I stare upon the gleaming art at Eureka Tower in Melbourne a burst of memory pops into my head.

“This reminds me of the great hand sculpture by Ronnie Van Hout at the Te Puna O Waiwhetu art gallery in Christchurch,” I thought to myself.

“Gosh these bees are just amazing and immaculate don’t you think?” I say.

“Yes, and you can definitely tell that the Queen bee at the very top rules the crown” my friend from Aussie says. “I wonder who thought of the idea first?” 

“New Zealand! >> Australia!” we both say at the exact same time.

Walking out of the Bond Cafe with a nice hot coffee in my hands is my morning routine before going to work.

Today was no exception, but something was different. As I walk out of the coffee shop I noticed something on the Eureka Skydeck. Eleven oversized golden bees are climbing up the wall. At the top there is a huge golden queen bee.

I stand and stare at it for a while with a couple of other people who have stopped to look. 

I wonder how I did not see them putting the bees up onto the building

yesterday.

The hive is like a kingdom, with a queen and her loyal servants.

The queen bee is one of the biggest bees in the hive. She leaves the hive to mate with a drone bee and lays around 200 eggs a day.

Worker bees are like mothers, they do all the chores and labour. They clean the cells, feed the queen bee, and find the nectar and pollen to make the honey.

Then there’s the drones, they eat the honey, so they are kicked out during winter, so that they don’t deplete the food supply for the rest of the hive.       

They were everywhere, I couldn’t escape them.

I don’t think the government expected them to take refuge like this, but I can’t help taking the bee’s side, after all the things they did for us, we respond with climate change and problems alike.

I looked around and caught a glimpse of a house near me.

Massive, golden bees were perched on the house, claiming it for their own.

Screaming people were being tailed by angered bees, I don’t know how we are going to recover from this disaster.

Seconds later, a sharp pinch awoke me from my trail of thought.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d been hiding underwater from these killer bees for hours. I couldn’t come up for breaths very often, so when I did I had to be fast. I didn’t realize they would wait so long just to sting me. 

Then I hear a loud noise, it’s a truck. I stay underwater just in case the bees are still there. Suddenly a hand grabbed my back and pulled me out. 

He was as surprised to see me, as I was to see him. 

“WHERE ARE THE BEES?” I screamed frightenedly. 

“He calmly stated,” They are gone.”

“Welcome to the super weird circus, we have lots of animals for entertaining you, let’s get on with the show!”

Today was going to be the best day of my life, I finally got to go to a circus.

The ringmaster told the audience about the coolest mutated animals in the world, including an incredible flying elephant. 

I didn’t realise they could fly. 

The elephant came out of his cage and started flying around the audience. A young child playfully squirted the elephant with his water bottle.

The elephant retaliated by spraying the child in the face with his trunk.

On a cold Saturday night, out in the bush of the Ashley Forest. My hunting partner Jack and I were stalking a massive whitetail deer through the shrub. I pulled the arrow out of my quiver and started to draw my bow. At full draw, its head was turned away, unaware of our presence.

*CRACK*

The whitetail was now onto us, but its head wasn’t looking like normal. It had purple hazy eyes and then it hopped and just floated, ever so slightly rising, coming towards us.

“I didn’t realise they could fly,” said Jack

“They, they… can’t.” I replied.