Debora Broadhead

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The Meaning of Life

According to the Mosquito

Life Bites

Excerpt:

A young adult mosquito awakened, refreshed from his nap. After a drawn-out yawn, Prince George stretched his wings and washed his antennae with his long front legs. Satisfied with his grooming, he peeked at his reflection in the pool beneath his royal bed of cattail leaves. Undeniably, he was the most handsome and eligible bachelor in the entire kingdom; as handsome as a mosquito can be. Females could hardly resist his charming personality.


George was like most mosquitoes. His hard exoskeleton was a light honey brown, and was divided into three parts: head, thorax, and abdomen. However, George had features that stood out from the rest. Two emerald green compound eyes were his most attractive feature. A well-defined abdomen also demanded attention, as did his impressive thorax, which contained three pairs of legs. His proboscis, which he used to sip nectar, was the perfect length; it was not too long, pointy, or short. But most importantly, were his veined wings that provided him with freedom.


“You’re looking awfully fine today, My Lord.” Bentley, George’s personal royal valet bee, looked the prince over as he helped him dress. ”You are indeed at the finest stage of your development.” He adjusted the prince’s royal-blue coat, and then gently smoothed out the gold tassels that hung from his shoulders. Using beeswax, he had buffed the noble’s black knee-high boots until they shined like glass.

“Thank you Bentley.” Pleased with his new appearance, George grinned bashfully. Nevertheless, there were more important things on his mind. Today was his coronation. Nervously, he paced his dressing area. “I am worried about my speech. I have nothing prepared.”


Bentley patted the young prince on the back. “You’ll do just fine, My Lord.”

George attempted a smile. Despite the bee's attempt to boost his ailing confidence, he doubted himself. Even after long deliberation, George still could not come up with anything. “Do you need help with your speech, My Lord?” the bee offered courteously.


“No, Bentley. This is something I must do alone, but thank you.” George nodded good-bye to his valet, and then left his chamber.