Mr Laskow, the academic zebra, rifled meticulously through the papers on bee sting fatalities. The hovering bee whispered in his ear, 'There it is in black and white'. Mr Laskow was not completely clear as to what exactly the bee was referring. If he could only shed the cumbersome striped shell! Then and only then could he grasp the full and clear impact of the bee's assertion.
Oh, for the carefree days of roaming unfettered among the grasslands. Before the meeting with the wildlife behaviourists and immersion into a university lifestyle, Mr Laskow bragged frequently of his brazen hide. Now it weighed awkwardly upon his frame like a trophy of shame.
The bee plied its rapier stinger into the academic zebra's head. Mr Laskow fell conveniently onto the pile of papers. Not remembered for his beautiful skin nor his intellectual pursuits, merely another notch on the belt of bee sting fatality statisticians.