Mitzzi landed heavily on the alighting board, compound eyes streaming. At least she wasn't coughing; that would be an evolutionary step too far. Pausing only to brush off an irritating fragment of volcanic dust, she rushed in to see the queen. "It's pretty bad out there. I wonder if we should ground all flights for the day." "Hmmm", said the queen, thinking that now she'd got into her stride with the egg-laying she didn't really want to have the pollen and ...
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