Dag was standing on a tree limb, reaching to get the bee hive high up among the leaves. Normally, he would have left the bees alone much longer so that the hive could be even bigger, but he was worried about Max MacKilligan. She’d already raided the hives of three different bear homes. Just that morning, Mr. Walton had found her hanging from one of his trees. He’d actually thought she was dead, because she was draped stomach down over a low limb under the hives, arms hanging listlessly, porcupine quills covering her face, angry African bees attacking the back of her head. But when he got
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