agent stealing rimmed Nope Sorry No can do Flea’s friend and sub in training Bee was marching back and forth near the edge of the puddle huddled under an umbrella made from a leaf and a stick Bee could think of lots of ways to describe the rain like rudely relentless and wing wiltingly wet but super splendid wasn’t one of them Besides she had work to do I need to keep patrolling She adjusted her official f l e a issued fanny pack and peered through her magical horn glasses on high alert for crime Bee’s first week on the job had been busy On Monday there was the robbery in the robin’s nest Flea had caught a stick cardinal red feathered On Tuesday the mystery of the missing 6
fruit fly All fruit flies looked the same but Flea had somehow figured it out Finally they’d had to keep the peace as a million maggots fought over some doo-doo from the gardener’s dog Thunder Well Flea kept the peace while Bee mostly tried not to gag It had been exciting educational and occasionally gross The only trouble was for each case Flea had been the one to save the day If Bee couldn’t find a way to make herself useful soon she might never get promoted to full agent There was no time for relaxing After all Bee explained if we don’t keep watch from fence post to fence post who will Look at this guy for example Bee pointed at a fat worm stretched out on the garden path 7
stem dot bitty He’s illegally parked Bee began to riffle through her fanny pack looking for a ticket book but as usual she couldn’t seem to find what she wanted She took out a boomerang made from a bit of bark a dandelion lasso and an itty polka bikini 8
body ho kini Oh for goodness sake How’s this supposed to help us serve and protect Bee held up the bathing suit Hey There’s my flea Flea cried delighted Toss it over would ya Bee threw it to her friend then went back to searching You know Flea said as she wriggled into the suit there’s no need for a ticket Worms always lie on the path when it rains But should they Bee winced Remember Carl Earlier that week a tent caterpillar had been lounging on the path when the gardener had come tromping along and well now Carl the Caterpillar was more like Carl the Flaterfiller Oh quit being such a buzzy Flea waved 9
