Why did you do bad?

Last week I released my new Hunter-Bee. With this bee I will be the envy of all governments. The bee can travel inside drinks. I have great plans for the future of bee-drinks...
so what of it? what of the governments and their secret hideaways? Fat politicians leaving their children out playing with goats in the driveway...
. The world has gone to the dogs, or as Uncle Russ once told Mummy "...they're all fannys like yours granny!... harr harr harr..."
All these plans I have, they all lead to the same ends. Gender is a mess, we have to fix it. Children are born wrong, Uncle Russ was a beautiful baby before the Amazing Wemble Brothers took him away... The circus will be in town in five months time. For the occasion, the elephants are fed on Wild Drip, keeps 'em friskey. Russ always stays in a small blue tent down near Tingalpa Creek, there he may be found whittling Santa Clauses for the children.It's horrible what society has done to the circus. Hardly anybody hangs around after the show to get to know the midgets. They love a bit of attention, sadly, I feel that time is slipping away. It may soon be too late to make a difference. I spread all my plans out in the hall. They form a pattern. Someone is knocking at my front door. Who could it be at this hour? "Mama?"