Tina heard that most people knew about “dog years”–7 dog years were equal to one human year. Bees, however, only lived about two months when active and as much as four months during the winter. This means each bee year was equal to about 1 1/2 human days. Tina had already been around for several months of cold weather, but now it was warming up, she hoped her Obama care policy would keep her going in her “golden years/days” . . .
Clarence thought he was going to be in the woodwind section–a clarinet, an oboe, a bassoon, maybe a flute–but not the whole trumpet section. Looked like he was going to have to work on breath control . . .
The party had been great–lots to eat, nice people–but Wendy was not a conservative; red was not her color . . .
Kendra’s friends all teased her unmercifully about having sat down in the orange paint, even inferring that perhaps she was not qualified to be a bee. Her only answer was “I buzz, therefore I am . . . “
When Jimbo landed on a pollen gathering mission, at first he was humming the old Donovan song from the 60’s, “Mellow Yellow.” After a few minutes, he wished that he had brought sun glasses–no, maybe welding goggles–this was not so mellow a yellow . . .
Edith had been invited by the girls at the office to join them for a drink one afternoon, but she was trying to complete the inventory audit and told them, “Sorry, I’m buried.” . . . . David, Sf.G.
