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     Phillipe couldn’t understand it. How were his bees making colored honey? It wasn’t natural, though it tasted normal enough. Still, if he felt queasy eating oddly colored food, his customers certainly would. Of course, they would avoid honey altogether if they knew it was edible vomit, but apiculturists like himself kept that knowledge quiet. Instead, he watched as his bees exited their hives and swooned along paths that led miles away. Phillipe wondered what he would find were he able to follow them. One look at the nauseating blue sludge, however, convinced him that he really didn’t want to know.