With a mouthful of dirt I quickly got to my feet. The warm summer air created a haze that blurred my view of the ominous beehive in the distance. A swift glance over my shoulder revealed my companion toppling over the sinister log. “This looks like a good one,” Marcus remarked as he spit a rather large clump of dirt from his mouth. “Yeah, a painful one,” I replied. Do you see how many there are? I hope you remembered the band aids.” “Why the hell would I bring band aids you stupid kid,” shouted Marcus. “I don’t think they would be of any use to help with the stingers.” “Don’t call me stupid, you’re the one who is failing math,” I retaliated. Ten minutes later we rose from the ground covered in dirt and wiping blood from our noses and lips. In spite of this small struggle, no lasting anger remained between us.
Sweat and grime covered our bodies as we took sniping positions atop a large boulder overlooking the ancient oak tree. I set up ten pellets by my side and slid the first one into the barrel. “Okay so whatever happens, that queen bee must rest on the sole of either of ours shoes,” I said. I have been waiting for vengeance for the past two weeks ever since one stung me in the heel. “First let’s take care of this one,” said Marcus as he pinned a stray bee under his shoe. “Ready?” I asked. With a nod, Marcus and I carefully took aim as brothers in arms.
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