Short Half Life
Like some nuclear materials, the cactus buds glowed nicely, but had a short half life . . .
PETF
Taking a chapter from the PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) play book, the flowers were trying to launch PETF, People for the Ethical Treatment of Flowers, but in spite of numbers, they were having a difficult time getting any traction . . .
Where’s the Crunch?
There was so much nectar that a bee just couldn’t carry it all back to the hive. Still, Johnny wished for a little crunch now and then–maybe some crisp onion rings, or crispy french fries with little breaded crunchy jalapeno pepper rings, or maybe Colonel Sanders crunchy breaded chicken, and don’t spare the salt . . .
You’re Yellow
After Kindle refused to fight with the schoolyard bully, she was called yellow. “And the downside to that is?” she inquired . . .
My Cup Runneth Over
Jillian thought, “Forget the cup, even a half a cup of wine would be appreciated.” She would even take a wimpy white, like Chardonnay, but all she got was a little of her own nectar (seemed sort of cannibalistic) and all that pollen the bees left . . .
New Party
Kathleen was tired of the wrangling between the Red and Blue parties and occasionally the Independents and and the Liberterians (who knew what color they claimed to be?). And then for years, Ralph Nader had championed the limp, ineffectual Green party. Why not have a new party–the white and pink flower party– instead of trillion dollar budgets, all flowers needed was water, sunlight, and fertilizer (and the present politicians had plenty of that).