New Band
While dining, Jose had a brainstorm for his new band’s name: The Purple Pollen Eaters . . .
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 . . .
Horticultural Speed Dating
Geena, concerned about the short pollinating season and wanting the best offspring for the next generation, decided to try connecting with the new Horticultural Speed Dating group that was recently formed in her neighborhood. Although not sure just how things worked, she had seen a petunia across the room that was a real hunk and hoped she could get the 7 minutes allotted per speed date to have a chance to chat him up. . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Cross Pollination
Kiki and her twin sister Cookie were good girls from a good family, but it was spring time, and the pollen was in the air . . . They had listed their Facebook status as single but looking, but already that bad boy across the field, the one with the crooked petals, was claiming on his recent Facebook status update, and on Twitter, that he had cross pollinated with both of the sisters one breezy day. How were they going to put that lying piece of slander to rest and keep their good name? . . . . David, Sf.G.
Don’t Touch Me!
Gloria knew intellectually that bees and insects were necessary to ensure pollination and thus guarantee future generations of her kind, but those tickling little feet just drove her around the bend. Why couldn’t they just hover like humming birds? . . . . David, Sf.G.
Do Blondes Have More Fun?
Do Blondes Have More Fun? Without even taking a second breath Sunni said yes. Her problem was the randomness of pollination; who knew what the wind or some bee might bring in? Beauty should beget beauty, she thought; what if pollen from some geeky little nerd or some hulking but dumb football player should blow her way, what then? . . . . David, Sf.G.