yearinthewoodsstandsabovealltherest.SpedIhadstrayedfromcamp,andsheshowedmethewaytothegrovewherehoneybeeshadhiddentheirhive.Westoppedatanoldgraydogwood.

    "Climbupthere,Aniday,andreaside,andyoullfindthesweetestar."

    Asanded,Ishihetruethebuzzingofthebees,andiowardthehollow.Frommypurchaseinthebranches,Icouldseeherupturnedface,eyesaglowwithexpectation.

    "Goon,"sheholleredfrombelow."Becareful.Dontmakethemmad."

    Thefirststingstartledmelikeapinprick,thesedandthirdcausedpain,butIwasdetermined.IcouldsmellthehoneybeforeIfeltitandcouldfeelitbeforeIsawit.Handsandwristsswollenwithvenom,myfadbareskiedred,Ifellfromthelimbtotheforestfloorwithhandfulsofhoneybs.Shelookeddowhdismayandgratitude.Weranfromtheangryswarmandlostthemonahillsideslaowardthesun.Lyinginthelongnewgrass,wesuckedeverydropofhoneyahewaxybsuntilourlipsandsandhandsgummedup.Drunkouff,thearheavyinourstomachs,weluxuriatedinthesweetache.Whenwehadlickedthehoney,shebegantopulltheremainingstingersfrommyfadhands,smilingatmyeverywince.Whensheremovedthelastdaggerfrommyhand,Speckturoverandkissedmypalm.

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