Logan got back to flying around, dodging students and squirrels and...and...a....a...

A BEE!

Logan's eyes widened as a bee flew onto his hand. He hated bees, and...what the heck was a bee doing out at this time of year?!?!?! He swapped at it, while trying not to fall of his broom. And of course, a stupid squirrel flew into his head. For some reason, it flew away. Logan sighed with relief, but of course, the bee, who was probably quite peeved, stung him. He yelped in anger (and...yeah...PAIN) and brushed the thing off his hand. He cursed under his breath and rubbed the spot where it had stung. He then flew around a bit more, and flew to the ground. His hand had had ENOUGH for today! Crashing and a bee sting. Not too good to happen to a hand. *sigh* He sat on the grass, catching his breath.