The house next door had finally sold. Gertie insisted they go over to meet the new neighbors. She brought a casserole.
"I/we appreciate the gesture," their neighbor said through a translation device. About twenty bees bumbled around on the translator.
"I feel so silly," said Gertie. "If I'd have known, I would have brought a bouquet."
"Ow!" Frank slapped at something on his arm, then went pale. "Oh, God. I... I wasn't thinking."
"She was overzealous," said the hive. "Over one thousand die each day. Do not fear. However, I/we would appreciate it if you avoided pesticides on your garden."
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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3 comments:
Whoa! Cool!
The title alone makes it. Pure awesome.
Bees are a recurrent motif for me. Little bastards are friggin' weird. And possibly quantum.
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