Protector Pouques- Nano-occupation of Guernsey

warm day and the tide was out, no one was on the beaches. The maoues were
a bit disappointed that there was no one to poop on.
“Oh look, an empty bus travelling along the seafront.” P’tit Jean was quite
excited. “Come on, let’s use the bus as target practice.”
The two pouque maoues took it in turns to annoy the bus driver and fire poop
at the windscreen. The annoyed bus driver stopped the empty bus, waved his
hands and shouted at the birds. They both squawked a laugh and flew off. The
bus driver washed his windscreen and thought to himself that this was the most
excitement he had had all day. No humans were using the buses in the lockdown
except those who worked at the hospitals to make people better. The key
worker humans who were needed to make sure that there was electricity for
the homes and food in the shops mostly travelled by car. The bus driver felt like
a ghost driver, driving round the island with no people on board and hardly any
traffic on the roads.
The pouques looked at each other as they flew over the empty island and
wondered how they could help. They remembered what Sammy had said about
the shortage of alcohol gel and decided to go and get their leftover supplies to
give to the humans. As they were flying across the island with the gel, P’tit Jean
spotted a factory.
“Look, he pointed, “that says Guernsey Seaweed Company. Perhaps we can
leave it there. They will know what to do with it.”
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