“It was the bees,” said someone, full of rage.
“Oh, was it?” came Elphie’s calm voice. “They’ve been asleep for so long.
Wouldn’t there have been screams if they’d attacked a man in the middle of the night? Did the bees sting his throat first, to swell his vocal cords shut? Very talented bees, those.”
“It was the bees,” was the mutter, and the implication was clear. You, too.
“Oh, I forgot the size of the human imagination,” Elphie said meanly. “How very large it is, after all.”
-Wicked, by Gregory Maguire