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Authors: R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)
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Davis!” I yelled at the top of my little voice. “I need to
talk to you!”
He reached a hand up and flicked me off his face. I fell down and landed with
a bounce on the bed.
I buzzed angrily and shot right back up to his earlobe. “Hey, you! I want my
body back! You have to get out of it. Now!”
“Gary” folded up his comic book and swung it at me. I buzzed with rage and
frustration. I wasn’t going to give up this time. No way! I had to make him hear
me.
I rocketed up in the air and landed on the top of his head. Then I climbed
down to his other earlobe and tried one more time. “I’m not leaving you alone
till you get out of my body!” I screeched. “Do you hear me?”
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Will you please quit bothering
me?” he asked. “Can’t you see I’m trying to relax?”
“You can hear me?”
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered. “I can hear you okay.”
“You can?” I was so surprised, I almost fell off his ear.
“Yes, I can hear you perfectly. Weird, huh? I’m not sure why. But I think
some bee cells got mixed up with my human cells during our electronic transfer.
I can hear all kinds of little bug noises now.”
“Your human cells? Those are my human cells!” I cried.
Dirk shrugged.
“Enough chitchat,” I told him. “When do you plan to get out of my body?”
“Never,” he replied. He picked up his comic book and started reading it
again. “I like your body. I can’t understand why you gave it up to go become a
bee.”
“That wasn’t my idea!” I screamed.
“You’ve got a good life here,” he continued. “I mean, you have great parents.
Krissy is an okay sister. And Claus is an awesome cat. Too bad you didn’t know
all that when you were in your body. Which is now my body!”
“It’s not your body! It’s mine! Give it back!” I started to buzz furiously
all around his head, swooping down in front of his nose, crashing into his ears,
batting my wings in his eyes.
Dirk Davis didn’t even flinch.
“What’s the matter with you, anyway?” I yelled. “You’re me now. You’re
supposed to be scared of bees!”
“Gary” laughed. “You’ve forgotten something,” he said. “I’m not you.
I’m just inside your body. I’m still me inside. And I’m not the least bit afraid
of bees!”
“And, now,” he went on, “take a hike, okay? Buzz off. I’m busy.”
Frozen with anger and disappointment, I slumped on the bedspread without
moving. “Gary” raised the comic book up into the air. “I’d hate to swat you,” he
said. “But I will if I have to!”
I dodged away just as the comic book slapped down on the bedspread. Then I
shot back out the window.
For a few minutes, I flew aimlessly around, lost in my sad thoughts. Finally,
I remembered how hungry I was. I perched on top of a big, orange lily blossom
and started sucking up some nectar.
Not bad, I told myself as I drank. But honey on crackers would be much
better.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked myself. “Am I really doomed to be a
bee for the rest of my life?” I pulled my head out of the orange blossom and
looked around. “And how long is the rest of my life anyway?”
I remembered a page from The Big Book of Bees.
“The life of the average bee is not very long. While the queen can live
through as many as five winters, the workers and drones die off in the fall.”
In the fall?
It was already nearly August!
If I stayed in this bee body, I had only a month or two at most!
I gazed sadly up at my house. “Gary” had turned the light on in my room, and
it twinkled in the early evening dusk.
How I wished I could be up there! Why, why had I ever been stupid enough to
think I’d be better off in someone else’s body?
Then I heard a buzz. I peered over the blossom. Sure enough, I saw a bee.
He hopped up onto the flower. Two other bees quickly joined him. Then three
more. They buzzed angrily.
“Go away!” I cried.
I tried to fly away.
But
talk to you!”
He reached a hand up and flicked me off his face. I fell down and landed with
a bounce on the bed.
I buzzed angrily and shot right back up to his earlobe. “Hey, you! I want my
body back! You have to get out of it. Now!”
“Gary” folded up his comic book and swung it at me. I buzzed with rage and
frustration. I wasn’t going to give up this time. No way! I had to make him hear
me.
I rocketed up in the air and landed on the top of his head. Then I climbed
down to his other earlobe and tried one more time. “I’m not leaving you alone
till you get out of my body!” I screeched. “Do you hear me?”
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Will you please quit bothering
me?” he asked. “Can’t you see I’m trying to relax?”
“You can hear me?”
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered. “I can hear you okay.”
“You can?” I was so surprised, I almost fell off his ear.
“Yes, I can hear you perfectly. Weird, huh? I’m not sure why. But I think
some bee cells got mixed up with my human cells during our electronic transfer.
I can hear all kinds of little bug noises now.”
“Your human cells? Those are my human cells!” I cried.
Dirk shrugged.
“Enough chitchat,” I told him. “When do you plan to get out of my body?”
“Never,” he replied. He picked up his comic book and started reading it
again. “I like your body. I can’t understand why you gave it up to go become a
bee.”
“That wasn’t my idea!” I screamed.
“You’ve got a good life here,” he continued. “I mean, you have great parents.
Krissy is an okay sister. And Claus is an awesome cat. Too bad you didn’t know
all that when you were in your body. Which is now my body!”
“It’s not your body! It’s mine! Give it back!” I started to buzz furiously
all around his head, swooping down in front of his nose, crashing into his ears,
batting my wings in his eyes.
Dirk Davis didn’t even flinch.
“What’s the matter with you, anyway?” I yelled. “You’re me now. You’re
supposed to be scared of bees!”
“Gary” laughed. “You’ve forgotten something,” he said. “I’m not you.
I’m just inside your body. I’m still me inside. And I’m not the least bit afraid
of bees!”
“And, now,” he went on, “take a hike, okay? Buzz off. I’m busy.”
Frozen with anger and disappointment, I slumped on the bedspread without
moving. “Gary” raised the comic book up into the air. “I’d hate to swat you,” he
said. “But I will if I have to!”
I dodged away just as the comic book slapped down on the bedspread. Then I
shot back out the window.
For a few minutes, I flew aimlessly around, lost in my sad thoughts. Finally,
I remembered how hungry I was. I perched on top of a big, orange lily blossom
and started sucking up some nectar.
Not bad, I told myself as I drank. But honey on crackers would be much
better.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked myself. “Am I really doomed to be a
bee for the rest of my life?” I pulled my head out of the orange blossom and
looked around. “And how long is the rest of my life anyway?”
I remembered a page from The Big Book of Bees.
“The life of the average bee is not very long. While the queen can live
through as many as five winters, the workers and drones die off in the fall.”
In the fall?
It was already nearly August!
If I stayed in this bee body, I had only a month or two at most!
I gazed sadly up at my house. “Gary” had turned the light on in my room, and
it twinkled in the early evening dusk.
How I wished I could be up there! Why, why had I ever been stupid enough to
think I’d be better off in someone else’s body?
Then I heard a buzz. I peered over the blossom. Sure enough, I saw a bee.
He hopped up onto the flower. Two other bees quickly joined him. Then three
more. They buzzed angrily.
“Go away!” I cried.
I tried to fly away.
But
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