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    Beeware: Adventures of Danny Book 1
    Beeware: Adventures of Danny Book 1
    Beeware: Adventures of Danny Book 1
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    Beeware: Adventures of Danny Book 1

    By Pat Flynn

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    In the first of Danny's adventures he faces mean mutts, bumbling bees and mad magpies. It's a tough world out there in the Aussie outer suburbs, especially when you're squeezed between a brawny big brother and an annoying little sister. And it's even tougher when the animals are out to get you ...
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUniversity of Queensland Press
    Release dateNov 20, 2015
    ISBN9780702240195
    Beeware: Adventures of Danny Book 1
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    Pat Flynn

    Pat Flynn is a generalist: Great at many things, not the best at any one. A writer, entrepreneur, musician, and fitness and meditation try-hard, Pat runs multiple six- and seven-figure businesses around his various interests and skills.

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      Beeware - Pat Flynn

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      Chapter 1

      Tommy stands in the river, his hand held high.

      ‘Ready … Go!’ he yells, his falling arm setting off an explosion of watery blobs.

      My cousin Chris springs to the lead, wading through the waist-deep river like a giant running in slow motion.

      His sister, Natalie, disappears beneath the murky surface. When she pops up she’s right on Chris’s tail, and then she vanishes again.

      I’m coming third, and I’ve never wanted to win anything as much in my life. My way is to swim like an Olympian, pretending I’m a cross between Ian Thorpe and Grant Hackett. Ian Hackett, I decide, or maybe Grant Thorpe? Whoever’s faster.

      And coming up behind is Tommy, my big brother. He gives us a head start as he’s tall enough to run, his high knees splashing brown water.

      In front of us, floating quickly with the current, is the prize were chasing. If I can hold that prize in my hand I’ll be the happiest boy in the world, and it’ll be worth more to me than a stick made of gold.

      What we’re chasing is a stick made of wood.

      A shriek cuts through the air like a wounded cat. It’s Chris – who stops to examine his left foot while hopping up and down on his right. Knowing this river he could have stepped on anything – a rock, a bone, even an eel – but I don’t slow down to find out if he’s all right. Instead I sail past and think, I’m coming second!

      Natalie must’ve swallowed some of the mucky river, because the next time she pops up she’s coughing like an asthmatic. I put on an extra spurt and overtake her, the current pushing me towards the stick.

      Yes! I’m in first place!

      Because my sister Katy is too little, she doesn’t play. She acts as a one-person cheer squad, willing me on to certain victory.

      ‘Go!’ she cries.

      I’m going, I think.

      ‘Go, Tommy!’

      I consider grabbing a handful of muddy river bottom and throwing it at her, but I don’t have time. I can hear Tommy’s big feet splashing up behind.

      I’m now so close to the stick I can see its bumps and blotches, so close I can almost reach out and grab it.

      ‘Hey!’ I yell.

      Someone has reached out and grabbed me.

      ‘Stop that!’ I say.

      It’s Tommy, who’s holding on to the back of my togs. I swivel my hips to try and escape but he’s too strong. He’s laughing, which makes me even madder, but no matter how much I squirm and struggle I can’t get away.

      Then, clear as the summer sky, I know what I have to do. If I dive forward I’ll slip out of my togs, and out of Tommy’s grasp. The only trouble is, I’ll be naked. I hesitate, not liking this idea very much, especially not in front of my cousins.

      I try yelling once more: ‘Let go of me!’

      Tommy does. He spins me around like one of those hammer-throwing dudes and flings me upstream. Luckily for my limbs I land in water, but it doesn’t stop me getting a giant wedgie.

      When I surface, I see Tommy holding the stick high in the air.

      ‘Yay!’ Katy yells.

      ‘So unfair!’ I cry. ‘I would’ve won!’

      ‘Danny’s a sook! Danny’s a sook!’ chants Katy.

      I reach down and grab a handful of muddy river bottom and let it fly in the direction of my annoying little sister.

      Chapter 2

      After getting pelted with mud, sand and water by Tommy and my cousins for accidentally chucking mud in Katy’s face and making her cry, I sulk. I hate them all: Tommy for beating me, Katy for being her annoying self, and my

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