Stung

Sandry crept along, keeping below the level of the plants and trying not to move them too much, and trying not to think how she would actually get back to the main building.

She registered a slight tickling against her bare buttock, and then suddenly a painful stinging. She yelped and jumped up, rubbing her sore backside as a bee flew leisurely away from her.

"Ow." She groaned, before turning and seeing the class all looking in her direction. "Er, hi."

"Sandry!" Miss Wood exclaimed, "Where are your clothes?!"