No Buzzness, please!

On a recent trip into the forest to play with the little cottontails I met with a most unpleasant being. I ran, lickity split, to my mom. It was so awful I cried and cried. I am a big girl and I DO NOT cry often. Mom was worried. She finally got me to settle down and found this on me.

One had gotten me right on my eyelid. Mom put something on it and pulled out the hurtie thing. I smelled like a cookie and felt all better.

Mom is my hero!