Max was carefully retrieved and brought home to cheers and tears. The beehive under the porch remained a few more days, calm and quiet—until one morning it was simply… gone.
No trace. No honey. Just silence—and a puppy snoring safely in his favorite sunspot.
The neighbors still talk about it. About the swan, the missing days, and the bees that led them through the forest like a tiny, winged search party. It became more than a mystery. It became a memory.
Because sometimes, when nature takes something away, it also leaves behind the means to bring it home again.