My story involves a very fat bumble bee. one day my sister and i were jogging along the track, i dont know how many laps i'd done but at this point i was so tired my legs were barely moving and i'm just waiting to reach my mark so i can go into a walk. i look up and see this honking large (FAT) slow moving bee... and its chasing me. In slow motion. the sad thing is i was so tired i could barely stay ahead of it, so i'm ducking and dodging like i'm in the boxing ring, weaving from side to side, going left to right from one side of the track to the other... and still that bee is right on me. meanwhile the other runners are watching me go thru these crazy antics but of course, they can't see that this large bee is chasing me. somehow, thru skill and deftly stumbling footwork, i barely managed to escape with my life. i would have laughed at myself... but i was too tired. :)
april