The Mongrel

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By Julius Streicher. Translated from the rare and much sought after Third Reich original.

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SC. 63pp.

Evening comes. Slowly, the sun sets in the west. The farmstead becomes quiet. Only the bees are still industrious. They fly from flower to flower and gather sweet honey and yellow pollen.

Api, the little work bee, has just returned. Quickly, she crawls through the flying hole into the bee crate. Then she fills the honeycombs with all the honey she had laboriously collected.

Next to her crawls her work comrade Melli. She is usually a happy little animal and laughs all day. But today she is in a bad mood. Furious, she stares up with big eyes at the honeycombs in the supper corner. Many bees sit there who are much bigger and much thicker than Api and Melli. And these bees do not work at all. They can only do one thing: eat, eat and eat!

Tears come to Melli’s eyes.

“For eight weeks I’ve worked hard from early morning until night. Almost all alone I filled two honeycombs with honey so that we will have something for winter, too. And now those fat fellows come and eat up everything again!”

Little Api has attentively listened to her friend.

“You probably mean the drones up there?” Oh, they’re totally harmless little animals! And they really do look comical! They are so fat and clumsy. I always have to laugh when I see drones. They are really funny!”

“Melli gets furious.

“Funny? Funny? Such nonsense! Don’t you know the threat the drones pose for our whole bee folk?”

Api shakes her head.

“No! Please explain it to me again!

Melli rubs her little legs on here head a couple times. And then she explains:

“Now pay attention! We bees are an industrious folk. Our whole life we know nothing but work. Hardly does the sun raise and we are already awake and set out in search of honey and pollen. Only in the evening do we rest. We must be so industrious so that we can provision ourselves for winter when there is no pollen and no flowers. We must be so industrious so that our children have something to eat. We must be so industrious so that our folk survives. Do you understand that?”

Little Alpi nods.

“Naturally! But what does that have to do with the drones?”

“Slowly”, Melli says, “I will explain that to you now. The drones are also bees, similar to us. But they are of no use to our folk, rather they just harm it. They don’t work at all. They loaf the whole day. The only thing they do is: eat! Yes, eat! They take everything away from us again that we have produced for our folk and for our children. They make us poor and are infinitely fresh at the same time. Just yesterday a drone poked me so hard that I feel deep down and almost broke a little leg. That’s how the drones are! They don’t’ work but still live. They create no assets and live off the work of others. The plunder us. They are totally indifferent about whether we have to starve in the winter and our children die. The main thing is that they’re well off. Api, note this saying: The drones are our misfortune!”

Little Alpi has suddenly become completely contemplative. For a long time she doesn’t say a word. But then she slowly nods her head and speaks:

“Now I understand you! You’re right! The drones are our misfortune! But say, do the other bees also know that?”

Melli gets excited:

“No! They don’t know it. Most of them still believe the drones are harmless. They also believe the drones would never hurt anybody. That’s why we must enlighten our bee folk. Every single bee must know that the drone threat means for us. But then we must ruthlessly destroy the drones. For it we do not destroy them, then they will destroy us and our children!”

Api is completely enthusiastic.

“Yes! We must enlighten the whole bee folk. We must summon all comrades for the struggle against the folk enemy. I promise you that I’ll help, too. I will warn all the bees I know against the drones. I will proclaim the truth to them. I will constantly call to them, during the day at work and during the night at rest:

“Bees! Rise up against the drones before it is too late! If we save ourselves from the drone plague, then we save our bee folk!”

* * * * *

Fourteen days have passed since then. Api and Melli have enlightened the whole bee folk. At first, the bees didn’t want to hear anything about it. And when the drones learned that they had ben seen through, they incited other bees against Api and Melli. But neither of them let themselves be intimidated. Everywhere they went, they spoke about the drone threat. Soon there were ten other bees who believed them and hated the drones. Then there were a hundred – then five hundred – then a thousand and still more.

One night, however, the bee folk tormented by the drones rose up. The whole beehive was in a big commotion. Everywhere, bees ran around and shouted:

“Alarm! The battle against the drones begins! Out with the mortal enemies of our folk!”

The drones who had previously been so fresh now pulled close together and made the most hypocritical faces. They acted as if they were the best animals on God’s earth. They begged for sympathy. But inside, they thought:

“Well, just wait until things are quiet again, then we’ll totally devour you!”

The bees, however, no longer allowed themselves to be fooled. On Melli’s order and until Api’s command, they pounced on the drone band. A terrible battle began. The drones were vanquished. They were killed or chased away. Not one of them remained in the beehive.