Squirrels.
Imagine them:
Red feather headdresses
versus gray flannel suits
of the Wall Street reivers.
Landgrabbing American Grays – purveyors of squirrel
pox pockets – turn little Reds into sludge.
BRITAIN’S FAVORED NATIVES SACKED BY IMMIGRANTS, say headlines;
diseases carrying foreigners, or foreigners carrying disease – either way.
Like Mayflower, like Ailanthus, they come with fanfare, as
idealists or ornamentals; these nature-shifter parasites enthuse wildly. And they
don’t share. Great Northumbrian verminators in camouflage are on a killing spree,
mandating: Do your part, Britain! Gray squirrel loin is hardly greasy or unpleasant…