Play Misty for Me
Yes, they were mistflowers (and darned proud of it), but they were tired of hearing their neighbors say “Play Misty for me,” recalling the old Clint Eastwood film, every time the wind blew their pollen a different direction . . .
Claustrophobic
Jerome knew his job was to get the pollen, but he much preferred open, flat flowers. Being claustrophobic, he didn’t like elevators, small cars, or the middle or window seat on an airplane either. As he prepared to dive in, he remembered that his therapist told him he was making progress, but sometimes you just had to face a fear head on . . .
Not So Mellow Yellow
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 . . .