Big-Bee’s bunker looked like it had been burgled by way of an untidy search…
The rustling and scraping sound emanating from a corner of the room
behind the television-screen suggested that the burglar may very well
have still been about his or her untidy search.
“What the devil…” exclaimed Big-Bee, peering incredulously
around the edge of the television-screen at a now wide-eyed
Teigue-the-Fool seemingly caught red-handed, “…are you up to?”
Teigue thrust the latest edition of The Moon under Big-Bee’s nose.
The front-page headline read, ‘Flu eradicated!’
“It’s not possible to eradicate coronaviruses sire,” said Teigue,
“So, it must be here somewhere.”
“You think I’m hiding a virus in my bunker! Have you gone mad?”
“Not the virus, sire. The announcement that you were intending
to run the Flu and Covid statistics together.”
“Out!” shouted Big-Bee,
his hand shaking uncontrollably, as he pointed to the door.