“Come on, Spence!” yelled Nate, as he ran into the grassy field. “O-Ok. I-I’m c-coming,” replied Spencer, uncertainly. He ran out of the motor home after his (slightly) older twin brother. “Come on slow-poke! I got the frisbee,” called out Nate," A snail could get ready faster than that!" “Y-you don’t have to b-be so m-mean! I j-just need to get on b-bee rep-pellant!” wailed Spencer. “Oh forget about the bug spray! Besides, I don’t see any bees around!” said Nate. “Are you s-sure?” asked Spencer as he slowly made his way over to Nate. “Positive! Here, go long!” said Nate, as he tossed the frisbee into the air. Spencer ran as the disc spiraled through the sky. “I got it! I go-ugh!” yelled Spencer, as the frisbee flew straight into his stomach. “Oh get up!” called Nate, as he crossed over to Spencer. Spencer stood up, let out a little shriek, and immediately fell over. “Stop playing around!” said Nate. Spencer didn’t move. “Oh no,” breathed Nate, as he saw a little bee flying away from the motionless Spencer.