Beakon knew how to handle his life very well indeed. With a wingspan of zero point two millimetres, he was a strong fairyfly indeed. He had been through hell in the last few days, working a double shift at McDonnald's stealing fries to feed his starving family. He had devised an elaborate plan that would ensure his family would have fries for the rest of their lifetime. It involved a stick with a huge bag of large fries hanging from it. An ingenous plan, for a wasp. With his wife holding the other end, they would be able to carry the large load back home. The large fries bag had taken him nearly eight months to collect and today was payoff. Living in the same beverly hills suburbs was Blad Plit, who had just quarrelled with Puffy Lipsy over their son's name. He wanted it to be Pringles but she just would'nt see his way. Fuming, he had taken off from home, banging the door behind. Puffy Lipsy was so distraught she went off into the game room to play some Lara Croft on her new alienware laptop. Blad strapped on a helmet, which read CHOPPER in bold engraving, a gift from his wife, got into his Harley and took off onto the road. Puffy Lipsy sat at the nearby McDonnald's a week later, crying over a bag of Pringles in her hand, fries on the tray lay untouched. The coroner's report had been brief. Two small wasps lay shattered on the helmet hanging in the garage, she had not wanted a thing touched.