Last week, your paper published a front-page photo of a wild honeybee hive on Spurgeon Hill Road.  My compliments to the photographer; it is a very nice shot.

 

However, when I saw the photo, I gasped out loud.  You see, I recognized one of the bees immediately, because it stung me last week.  (I have enclosed the photograph with the offending bee circled.)  After the bee stung me, she flew off before we could exchange insurance information.

 

I have spoken to my lawyer, and he feels I have a very strong case.  The sting required ointment, which I paid for out of my own pocket.  Thankfully, I am not allergic to bee stings.  Still, mental stress has been incurred, and I'm entitled to state my case in a court of law. 

 

My attorney, a Mister W. T. Pooh, is requesting that punitive damages be awarded in the form of seven--no, make that eight--jars of hunny. 

 

Sincerely,

Ryan Arey