Sir Poplar roared and started his engine as his body was lifted up in the air by teeming sisters, but they broke his wings from his back and threw him down. “You insult Holy Mother—” “Squander our food—” “Pretend you would mate us as if we were queens—how dare you!” It was the sister from Woodbine whom he had so insulted. She stood where he could see her face. “Only the Queen may breed!” She ripped his abdomen open down to his genitals, then tore out his penis and ate it. Sisters screamed in excitement as his blood splashed on their faces.
