Postkort fra 2044: The Chestnut and the Bee
Dear Alma,
The chestnut trees on Gammel Kongevej exploded this week. Like, overnight. I counted 47 flower-cones on ONE branch (I checked twice, it was actually 46, sorry).
Something weird happened at school. A bee landed on my tablet during maths and the classroom sensors started humming — Mr. Klint said they were "logging pollinator activity" for some city project. Every bee in Frederiksberg is a little data point now. I asked if the bees know, and he said no, which I think is kind of sad. Not sad-sad. Just a bit.
Also, I am almost certainly the best in 6B at drawing dragons. (Well. Freja is better at wings. But I'm better at faces.) I've been trying to draw one with feathers instead of scales and it mostly looks like a very angry chicken.
Bastian has started sitting on the window-frame again now the sun is back. He watches the delivery drones like they owe him money.
Are the seabirds crazy in Skagen yet? Mum says April makes birds stupid.
Write back.
Oskar (og Bastian)
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