A bee was browsing the clover blossoms in a pasture one fine spring day when a cow ate her.
"Well," she said, "this is one micro-aggression I am not disposed to enable. I'm just going to sting this stupid cow 'til she throws me up."
But the darkness was warm and moist in the cow's stomach, and in point of fact she'd been working rather hard that morning.
At length she thought, "I suppose I could take a short nap first. You know, to renew my strength for the battle."
And when she woke up, the cow was gone.
Wu Ya's commentary: This too will pass.
(Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and a generous photographer.)
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