entoncesin tonsilsthen

If you were to look very, very closely at Gary’s sinuses right now, you’d see something you might not expect – a group of germs holding a war conference.

One germ stands at the forefront. A general of some sort, he seems to be barking out orders to the rest of the bacteria in front of him. “Alright, germs!” he barks, pointing at a map of Gary’s body with a long pointer. “Operation ‘in sinuses then in tonsils’ is very simple. We start in sinuses, and then move in tonsils.”

A murmur of confusion moves through the rest of the germs. The general seems to expect this and repeats: “in sinuses first, then in tonsils.”

A microbial underling speaks up: “in sinuses and in tonsils.”

With a patient sigh the General rephrases: “in sinuses first, then in tonsils afterwards. We start in sinuses, then in tonsils.”

“Sinuses… in tonsils…?” The troops still aren’t getting it. The general starts to get a little hot under the collar (or at least he would have if viruses wore collars). He knew these microbes were new recruits, but this was getting ridiculous. He’s led countless excursions into the human body, but this troop was the greenest he’s ever seen.

“In sinuses, then in tonsils!” he roars, emphasizing each word with a thump on the map. “then in tonsils, understand? Tonsils afterwards!”

This lecture would continue to go on for hours. At least it would have if a stray speck of pollen hadn’t found its way into Gary’s nose. The war meeting was abruptly adjourned by a mighty sneeze, scattering the army of germs quite effectively.

“I’ve really got to think up better mission names,” the general decided later as he contemplated the failure of ‘Operation: In Sinuses Then In Tonsils’. It seems even six words is too much information for a single celled organism to take.

cuentacuentos
2011-08-01