Spring and War

   Ah, Spring. Time for regrowth, daffodils and crocuses …

… and War.

   This weekend, the trees opened up their whatever it is they open and  armies of pollen spilled out of its orifices like over-caffeinated Huns. Riding the great steeds of air currents, they galloped mightily towards the welcoming dampness of nasal passages in the country of Norm, and encountering no resistance poured viciously inside whooping great war cries.

   From his post near the front, Commander Histamine  rallied his troops and they quickly poured viscous gunk into the passages in an attempt to slow down the horde of pollen.  He realized that this would cut off vital supply of air which would be needed back at the home base of Lungs, but like all great leaders  he also knew that there were certain sacrifices that would have to be made. The citizenry of Norm would have difficulty breathing, but at least they would not be overwhelmed by the hordes.

   But the gunk was not enough, because by sheer numbers alone the great band of pollen overwhelmed the heavy goo, leaving their fallen brethren stuck in the tremendous bog of gunk, and screaming like banshees the pollen swept deeper into the sanctum.  Commander Histamine knew he would have to use the big cannons, so waving his cilia, he gestured to his bombardiers, who promptly primed the heavy cannons.

**WAH-CHOO!**

   The cannons rocked from deep inside the fortress and a great explosive force blew past the cavern with explosive force.

   One of his soldiers rushed up and saluted. They’re assaulting the eyes now,” he said in a rushed rush.

   “Flood the ducts,” Commander Histamine commanded.

   “Yessir.”  Immediately buckets of tears poured from the ducts kept prepared for this moment (and other moments generally related to sadness, hysterical laughter or choking on a cookie) washing the pollen down the cool slopes of Mount Cheek.

   “Turn up the itchies,” the Commander shouted.

   “Yessir.”

   A moment later an enormous knuckle appeared, and rubbed the itchies.

   “I think they’re on the run now, Sir,” one of his soldiers reported, unable to keep a wide grin from his face.

   But before Commander Histamine could reply, he noticed another airborne attack sweeping into the Cavern of Nostril. “Oh, no, that was just the first wave!” Commander Histamine cried. “Send in the backup forces. Prepare more gunk!” The great engines that created gunk could be heard gurgling at high velocity.

   Immediately, the large group of Commander Histamine’s forces which had been kept in reserve, poured into the passages, their sheer numbers clogging the airways. “Link cilia,” the Commander ordered. And the forces linked their cilia together, creating an impenetrable wall.

   A soldier from the rear made his way through. “Sir, Headquarters is reporting respiratory problems.”

   Commander Histamine gritted what would have been teeth if he’d been humanoid. “No matter. This is a war we must win.”

   “But sir.”

   Commander Histamine swept the young soldier out of the way. “No, son. This must be finished today.”

   The second wave of pollen rushed into the cavern, whooping their war cries. “Do it for our children,” Commander Histamine urged. Buoyed by his courage, his forces rallied and stood strong, swelling the passages with their bodies alone.

   But as they packed the passages, the great air currents that kept the home base of Lungs pumping slowed to a trickle. But in his enthusiasm, Commander Histamine barely noticed.  Another soldier appeared, “Sir, Home Base is reporting critical overloads. They need oxygen.”

   Swept into a war frenzy, Commander Histamine was oblivious, and pushed the young soldier out of his way. “Fight on!” he cried. “More gunk.”

   Another soldier popped in and said in a Scottish brogue, “But Captain, I dunno how much more the engines can take!”

   “I’m Commander, you fool,” Commander Histamine growled. “Just bring me more gunk!”

   “Yessir,” the soldier saluted with fifty of his cilia, and rushed off to man the gunk engine.

   There was a great wheezing sound as home base of Lungs ramped up the two generators.

   “Sir!” a soldier cried. “Headquarters has demanded that you stand down.”

   “I stand down for no man,” Commander Histamine growled.

   “But Sir, another message from Headquarters ordering you to stand down.”

   “NO!” Commander Histamine cried, completely swept into a war frenzy.

   Suddenly a whoosh of air rushed in from outside, sweeping aside both the hordes of pollen and Histamine’s troops in one great flood of steroid spray.  “Oh, no!” Commander Histamine cried, as the Anti-Histamines released by his own allies rode in on their great war horses, grabbing him by the cilia and dragging him into the dungeons to stand trial for war crimes where he would ultimately be released to a hospital for wounded war heroes. For he was a hero, after all

   Soon calm was restored in the country of Norm. Yes, there were tense relations, and respiration and tension were at high alert,  but oxygen could make it to the engines in Lungs and peace reigned.

   In the distance, a commando robin dropped down in ambush over a worm sentry which had strayed too far from its post.

   “Aaaghh!!” the worm cried, as he was hauled off to enemy headquarters for questioning…

…and more. 

Norm

www.normcowie.com