Trying to stop the Ebola spread, and having identified the likely source as “bush meat,” the CDC and the UN’s WHO dispatched teams with big checkbooks to try to buy out the hunters co-op and finance raising pigs or sheep instead, only to find out they were too late. The co-op had already been shut down by a lawsuit from an American candy company claiming “trademark infringement”–seems the co-op had been marketing under the name of Rhesus Pieces . . .
Jenny realized–no, was overwhelmed by feelings–that she wasn’t the most popular flower in the yard. The roses, begonias, and tulips got extra fertilizer and careful trimming, but she got nothing, in fact, she had to lay close to the ground when the lawn guy came with the mower to avoid decapitation. While she was a little miffed at the treatment she got (or didn’t get), she was horrified when she saw the lawn guy unloading bags of dandelion killer into the fertilizer spreader and heading in her direction. She wondered if she had time to contact the UN and plead her case, not only for refugee status but the impending genocide of her kind . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Glenda had no choice; she had to appeal to the U.N. genocide commission. In the US, of all places, there was an entire industry dedicated to wiping out her kind. What had dandelions–always sunny and cheerful–done to attract that kind of collective anger towards them? . . . . David, Sf.G.
