As she tried to angle off to the side I could easily turn her back. Elation overwhelmed me. Jerse's hooves brushed through a berry briar, rousing a swarm of bees that were all around me in an instant. It was common knowledge among boys. A bee wouldn't sting you if you hunkered down and held your breath.
Boys are so gullible.
When I quit rolling and sliding, I took a big breath and froze. Lying there, twined amongst the berry briars, I felt the bees begin to light on my bare back. I didn't get to find out. It's hard to hold your breath when you're screaming bloody murder. Late that afternoon, sick and dizzy from the bee stings, I finally herded Ol' Jerse to the barn where Daddy was waiting for us.