Something has changed next door at the Palace. Subtle changes, like the lawn is being mowed although at very strange hours, in the dark. Why dark and how do you use a leaf blower with no light to see where the hell the leaves are blowing? And how do you mow in the dark?
But they did and I'm not sure if it was hired help that did it. It could have been someone at the Palace. It wasn't Daddy or Mean Queen that's for sure. Millie tried to tell me something was strange, she walked over and kept sniffing the air and being curious about the noises. I should have been more observant but I did look in the front and saw no truck with gardening equipment. It could have been in the alley, the work, perhaps of the Jihad Party Boys for eating every last egg that Mean Queen had laid and stored in the vast tunnels under the Palace.
She is laying now. Mean Queen has been home at noon. Her great Earth- Mother hips sway toward the Palace ready to birth eggs for the year in hopes that next year will be better. Next year, the rains might let up and not send the Jihad Party Boys into such a craven regression back to the days when Jihad Party Boys had to forage and found their own eggs better than others.
It is why they are a dying breed. With global warming and the intensified rains, they now have a longer time to hunt the eggs of their queen. The Republicans are to blame. They refused to accept this global disaster, deliberately depleting the stock of Jihad Party Boys.
Why won't anyone listen to the cries of Mean Queen and the demise of her species?
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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