Bee Fright

What neither Sarah nor any of the others could know was that Joshua, who was not in the least fearful of a snake or a spider, was terrified of bees and wasps. In fact, he was allergic to them. Once, when he was eight years old, he had been stung by a honeybee. The convulsions that followed nearly killed him. Ever since then, Josh had been almost helplessly terrified of bees.

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“Come on,” Josh said. “I think there’s an opening …” Suddenly he yelled.

In the dim light Sarah saw that a great bee had lighted on the helpless Josh. Its needlelike stinger was ready to sink into his neck.

“Don’t move, Josh!” Crusoe said instantly. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Somehow Josh was able to obey. Finally, after what had to have been some of the longest moments of his life, the bee flew off.

“Josh!” Sarah grabbed his arm. “Are you all right?”

“I—think so,” Josh said unevenly. “But it was so odd! That thing lit on my neck, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Then—well, it was like I was lifted out of my body and someone else stepped in and sort of became me. And then the bee went off, and I came back! What does it mean?” he asked Crusoe.