Fly: You think that you are king because you are capable of destroying us flies?
Frog: It’s not a thought, but a fact, you peasant.
Fly: Though many of us may be in a slumber, not all are ill-prepared. Release the bees.
[and just then, a small but passionate mass of horseshoe flies surrounded a honeybee hive hung to a branch that hung above the the frog’s lily, and dropped it on the King.]