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<h2>VI<br/>JOHNNIE GREEN IS STUNG</h2>
<p>There had been so much rain early in the summer that even by the middle
of August Farmer Green had not been able to finish his haying. His son
Johnnie was sorry, too—because he had to work in the hot hayfield
almost every day, when he would far rather have gone swimming in the
mill-pond, under the shade of the great willow.</p>
<p>Sometimes Johnnie rode on the hayrake. And since he liked to drive the
old horse Ebenezer, he didn't object to that part of his duties so much.
What he hated most was pitching hay with a pitchfork. And<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</SPAN></span> next to that,
he disliked going to the spring for a jugful of water.</p>
<p>But those unpleasant tasks were nothing at all compared with what
happened to him one day when he stepped squarely upon the doorway of the
Bumblebee family's house.</p>
<p>Johnnie's carelessness made the workers angry at once. And several of
them rushed out and stung Johnnie Green severely.</p>
<p>Then <i>he</i> was angry. And he declared he would "fix them"—as soon as he
could think of a good way to do it.</p>
<p>And that very afternoon, while he was bringing the heavy jug from the
spring, Johnnie Green thought of a fine plan for punishing the Bumblebee
family. He liked his plan so well that he could hardly wait to try it;
and he went back to the hayfield almost at a run, whereas he usually
sauntered<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</SPAN></span> along so slowly that his father often had to speak to him
somewhat sharply.</p>
<p>But this time Farmer Green could not complain. Johnnie even brought the
jug—and the tin cup too—to the knoll in the meadow where his father
and the hired man were working. And then Farmer Green said:</p>
<p>"How are your stings now?"</p>
<p>"Awful!" Johnnie informed him hopefully.</p>
<p>"Maybe you'd like to stop work for the rest of the day and go swimming,"
said Farmer Green, with a wink at the hired man, "unless you're feeling
too miserable," he added.</p>
<p>"Oh, yes! Oh, no!" cried Johnnie. "My stings aren't too bad for that!"
And he started off at once across the field, taking the jug with him.</p>
<p>"I'll leave the jug among the brakes in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span> the fence-corner," he called,
as he trotted away.</p>
<p>Now, Johnnie Green took the jug with him because he needed it. It was
part of his plan for punishing the Bumblebee family. And instead of
going straight to the fence-corner, Johnnie made at once for the
Bumblebee family's front door. As soon as he reached it he poured some
of the water out of the jug—but not all of it. Then he put his ear to
the jug's mouth and listened. And he smiled happily—in spite of his
stings—as he heard the roar from inside it.</p>
<p>Buster Bumblebee, hurrying home to go to bed—for he was still following
Mr. Crow's plan—Buster noticed Johnnie and wondered what he was doing.
But as soon as he went inside the house he forgot all about Johnnie
Green. And when, a few moments later, there was a terrible sound<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span> of
scraping and scratching in the long hall that led to the innermost part
of the house, Buster Bumblebee never once thought to mention to anyone
that he had seen Johnnie in the dooryard.</p>
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