Yesterday the bees borrowed an old radio from Wilson's 'Museum.' W seemed quite upset by this, and today he asked them whether 'anything had happened' while they were in there. He seemed reassured by their negative reply, but scuttled off and shut himself inside.
I don't know what he's been up to in there, but he's certainly very secretive about it. I hope he's not experimenting with the Dark Arts, Dabbling in the Occult.
At the first sign of a Ouija Board or a Pentagram I shall have a word with him…
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