don't worry bee happy

As soon as the haired canine swept the bees off the naked one's back all hell broke loose. Suddenly there were bees everywhere. Armando began to swat furiously at them with his branch. He did his best to sweep them off the dog and to shoo them away from the wolf, but as soon as they turned on him and started to buzz around his face the shooing became all about self preservation. Let the canines save themselves; he wasn't getting stung to hell. No way.

Alternating between his branch and his paw, Armando swatted and squashed bees left and right. Thankfully his plush fur tangled up most of the bees and didn't give them access to his skin before he brushed them off, but every once in a while a lucky bastard would find a thinly furred place like his nose and sting him there. Those he made a point to smash. The rest he tried to just shoo away since he knew the hairless dog wanted to start his own hive with them.

At last no more bees came after them. After a few moments to make sure they were really gone, Armando let the end of his branch brush droop to the ground. To the dog, he said, "Did you get it all?"