copyright Janet Webb
Canadianized Bees
“Mr. Prime Minister, I have disturbing reports from the Pickering Nuclear Plant. It’s bees, sir.”
“Dear God! You mean . . .”
“Yes, sir. Canadianized bees. They’re so huge they only drink maple sap, boring holes with their auger-like stingers.”
“Is there any good news?”
“They’re quite polite—they always ask before stinging someone. Almost no one says yes.”
“Should we warn the Americans?”
“The bees don’t really like heat. Some go to Florida for the winter, but most are heading north.”
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Somewhere in Russia
“Sir, I’ve detected a mass of objects coming over the North Pole.”
“Is it the Americans?”
“Worse. Canadians.”
The Green-Walled Tower 