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A Bee Can Hurt!


Little Guy always seems to be after something. Or someone. He wants so badly to be a hunter like his big sister Sunshine or a cow dog like his other big sister, Lady Bug. He is neither. He acts really, really tough. And he has been known to be tough. Just ask the neighbor's dog who came to visit and stir up a little trouble. That rather large dog went home with a bloody leg. Little Guy just wouldn't let go.

Still, he's most known for sounding the alarm for no good reason. I keep threatening to buy him that Chicken Little book we all read as kids. You know the one. The little chicken kept sounding the alarm until no one paid attention. So when they needed to pay attention, they didn't.

Little Guy cornered a bee the other day. A bee. He found it under the picnic table. We didn't know it was a bee. He was barking and barking so we all went running. Snakes are a big issue this time of year. I was praying it wasn't another one of those. At first, I didn't even see what he was after. Then this black head peaked out from under the table. A bee. We'd all come running for a bee. Still, it was important to him so I tried to help.

I got a stick and smushed at the bee. It fell to the cement, still alive but not flying anywhere fast. Little Guy went to get it. I tried to push him away. He grabbed it in his mouth. He immediately spit it out and left the bee in my capable hands. I tried to check his mouth but he would have none of that. I think he was really embarassed. His sisters simply shook their heads and walked away.

I thought maybe he'd learned his lesson. Nope. Word came from his Gran that he'd been spotted ferociously chasing -- you got it -- another bee.
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