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But Otis couldn’t breathe. He closed his eyes tight and pinched
his body shut.
“Otis, bees are out there, and being stung by a bee is no
laughing matter, but bees are probably more frightened of you
than you are of them.”
Otis looked up. He’d heard all of this before. Disbelief wrinkled
his eyebrows.
“It’s true!” Grandpa said. “A bee stings to protect its hive. Once
it stings, it dies, so it has no interest in—”
“Grandpa,” Otis interrupted, “how do you know so much about
bees?”
“When I was your age, I had a healthy fear of bees,” Grandpa
explained.
“You did?”
“I did! And I wasn’t alone. My friend Jerry and I were so afraid
we started a club to get rid of all the bees in our neighborhood.”
