Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

Arlette nodded with compassion. She had heard about beestings and was not very keen to experience one herself. She also didn't know how to treat it. "How was your sting treated?," she asked curiously, maybe he remembered from when he was a boy. Maybe some poppy seeds to dim the pain?

"I always believed it was because of the honey," she commented. "Like how a squirrel saves the nuts for winter. The honey is the food for them to survive the winter. That seemed the most logical to me," she offered him. "But I don't know if it is correct. That was just my assumption."