Everything King Midas touched turned to gold, but bees are not best gold- he soon discovered one fateful morning.

While he was walking in his meadows he came across a bee hive.

How dare they live in my land! He thought outraged.

Such a hate travelled through him then, that he reached out and clawed at the honey-golden hive.

Without any bees there was to be no pollination, colour or life at all.

A short while later, the land was grey and dull, draped in ever darkness, and King Midas was to suffer the consequences of his selfishness and greed.