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“Are you taking me
someplace where we can get help?”
    “Dirk” grinned again. Then he turned and walked around the corner of the
house. I didn’t know where we were going. But I knew I had to follow him.
    I found “Dirk” in the back yard. “Hum,” he said to me. “Hum.” He pointed to a
big rosebush and grinned. Then he stuck his nose deep inside one of the
blossoms. “Hummmmmmmmm,” he said. “Yummmmmm.”
    I gaped at him in shock. “Of course!” I cried.
    “You got the bee’s mind when I got the bee’s body!”
    “Dirk” didn’t say anything. But when he pulled his face out of the rose, the
end of his nose was covered with yellow pollen.
    “Dirk” looked a little surprised. And disappointed. I guess he missed his
long, sucking tongue—the tongue that was now hanging off the front of my face.
    “You can’t help me,” I muttered to him. “You’re in worse shape than I am!”
    “Hum?” he replied. “Hum?”
    He looked kind of silly with that yellow nose. But I felt sorry for him. He
and I had the wrong brains in the wrong bodies. I knew exactly how he felt.
    “I’m going to go get help for both of us,” I told him. “If I get my body
back, maybe you’ll get yours, too.”
    With a loud buzz, I flew out of the Davises’ yard. As I left, I thought I
heard “Dirk” buzz back at me. I glanced over my wing and saw him sticking his
face into another rose. Maybe this time he’d have better luck getting the pollen
out.
    I headed toward my own house. This time I planned to make Dirk Davis
give me my body back. Or else.
    As I turned up my street, I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from
behind a tree.
    “Don’t mess with me! Don’t mess with me, man!”
    I couldn’t believe it. The voice belonged to Marv. But who was he talking to?
    I shot around the tree to find out. To my surprise, I saw that Marv was
talking to me—or, Dirk Davis, in my body. Barry and Karl were right beside
him.
    Look out, Dirk! I thought. Run! Run!
    Please don’t let them wreck my body!
    But I was too late.
    Barry, Marv, and Karl were closing in on him, about to give him the pounding
of his life.

 
 
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    I flew closer.
    “Look out, Dirk! Look out!” I squeaked.
    But to my surprise, the three hulking creeps weren’t moving in on “Gary”—they were backing away from him!
    “Don’t mess with me!” Marv cried. “I said I was sorry.”
    “We apologized,” Barry whined. “Don’t hit us again, Gary! Please!”
    Karl whimpered behind him, nursing a bloody nose.
    “You guys are losers,” I heard “Gary” tell them. “Take a hike. Go get a
life.”
    “Okay! Okay!” Marv cried. “Just no more rough stuff, okay, Gary?”
    “Gary” shook his head and walked away.
    I don’t believe this! I thought gleefully. Barry, Marv, and Karl were
afraid of me!
    I decided I’d have some fun with them, too.
    I swooped down and landed on Barry’s nose, buzzing as loudly and menacingly
as I could.
    “Yowwwww!” he shrieked in surprise—and swatted himself on the nose.
    I was too fast for him. I was already on Karl’s ear.
    Karl cried out and toppled backwards into a thorny rosebush.
    Then I buzzed round and around Marv.
    “Get away!” he shouted angrily.
    And I flew right into his mouth.
    His scream nearly deafened me. But it was worth it.
    Marv started spitting and choking and gagging.
    I flew up into the air, laughing so hard, I nearly popped my antennas. That
was the most fun I’d had since becoming a bee!
    I watched the three gorillas run away. Then I flew up the block to my house.
    “Gary” had left the window open, and I was able to shoot in. He was lying on
my bed, reading one of my comic books and eating crackers with honey on them.
    The honey smelled really good, and I realized I was hungry again. I reminded
myself to stop by a flower and get a snack the next time I went outside.
    But, meanwhile, I had work to do. I flew over and landed on Gary’s earlobe.
    “Hey, you! Dirk