Kung-Fu Kev

Kev was a master of Kung-Fu, he had studied many styles, the mantis, the dying fly, the drunken bee and of course his own unique style, the angry wasp. Wasps had a natural advantage in Kung-Fu, they were calm, extremely fast and deadly even without training. Kev had been honing his skill from even before he had pupated; Sheila had sent him to train under sifu Albert at the garden’s most exclusive academy as soon as he had hatched. Kev had absorbed all of Albert’s training and had now left the academy and developed his own style. As a forerunner in his field he was often asked to perform “jobs” for the wasp gang, but the true essence of Kung-Fu had pervaded his whole psyche and he preferred to collect flowers. Don’t get me wrong here, if you p*ssed Kev off and he thought he or his family was in danger, you had better put your head between your legs and kiss your butt goodbye, he was lethal. Kev was a good bloke, peaceful, serene and the baddest mother in the whole garden.

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