Meet the Beatles

Not that I'm real excited about it, but I finally got a picture that allows me to enter the Insect Porn collection that has been surfacing in Blip-land.

But...my beetles talked. She spoke.

"Hey mister, we need HELP. We've been at this since YESTERDAY, and it's been A HARD DAY'S NIGHT. You got any Beatle's tunes on your phone?"

"I've got a few. I'm tired from my walk on this LONG AND WINDING ROAD, but if I could HELP you...I'd be GLAD ALL OVER. Which song would HELP you?"

"Well, my name is ELEANOR, and his name is RIGBY. You got that one?"

"I don't, but if you'll give me half a minute...IT WON'T BE LONG before I could download it."

"Nah, that's OK. I'm about through with this TWIST AND SHOUT, and I'm ready to tell Rigby to GET BACK, and LET IT BE."

"I don't blame you. Please excuse my camera and my intrusion, and...by the way...and...by the way...P.S. I LOVE YOU!"

"Thanks so much Mister. Thanks for trying. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER than to ask for ELENOR RIGBY."

"That's OK. Everybody has their favorite Beatle's song. Maybe I'll see you for your next go-round over on PENNY LANE."

I'm sorry I couldn't have been briefer...
with this escapade on the leaf-er.