Rose and the insects

A story in the day of a rose.

The rose didn’t mind that insects came to visit. Some were quite welcome although petal munches weren’t encouraged.

One morning a little green hopper was enjoying the sun after seeing the end of a tiny spider drop to the end of the flower.
Looking up after hearing this loud noise he exclaimed “What the hell is that!” knowing it wasn’t a bee. “It better know how to land without breaking anything!” he hoped.

As it grew closer the little green hopper started to think of finding a new flower to hang around in for a while.
“Someone like that would lower the tone of this fine neighbourhood” he said, “this is a place where every ones knows every one else and we can swap flower scent stories.”
No one wants to chat about big stinky folk next door

“Oh no” he sighed, here come the bees” “Once one drops in and heads off to do his waggle dance, the place just fills up with buzzing and flicking pollen” “Not good for my hay fever,” as he sniffled and could feel a huge sneeze coming on. “I’m heading out of here, see ya!”

See I told you didn’t I. Don’t blame me if you start to sneeze.

Cee’s FOTD

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