Maya's POV: There's been a problem. Willy's collapsed and fallen into a pool of his own vomit. Flip and I rush to grab him. I feel his forehead. He's pale and stiff as a plank of timber! Oh, Willy.. please don't die on me! I can't lose you now. Please! Flip comforts me and tells me we must help him as the water bug tells the crowd to calm down. I nod, wiping away the tears. Well, let's hope we get Willy to feel better. Willy looks at us weakly with a pained grin before blacking out. Oh, why did you do this to yourself, Willy? Your health is declining really fast!
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Maya the Bee: Willy and the Pollen Eating Competition
HumorThis is it! The Contest is here at last. Willy is about to participate, when disaster strikes.
