“Christ, the bee swarm is out here! Now fly, you my animals, come. In the Lord’s peace, in God’s protection, come home in good health. — “Sit, sit, bees. — “The command to you from the Holy Mary. You have no holiday; don’t fly into the woods; Neither should you slip away from me. Nor escape from me. “Sit completely still. “Do God’s will,” he finished,
