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enough to do this, for of course he 
had to wait on the people who 
came into the store to buy his 
meat, so he could not watch me all 
the time. When he was busy cut¬ 
ting the meat, I would fly down 
close to his head, and buzz my 
loudest. This would scare him, and 
he would strike at me with his big 
knife, when I would again soar to 
the ceiling, and buzz, buzz away. 
Oh, how angry he was, and how I 
did enjoy the game!” 
“And did he not manage to hit 
you, at all?” asked the bee. 
“Not even once. Although he was 
so many times larger than I, he was 
no match for my swiftness, so I man¬ 
aged to get all the flies I wanted, as 
