Owey!

OWWW!  Well, today I went outside with my dog Molly.  I brushed her and as a sorta prize I took her to the house behind us to see her "boyfriend" Moe.  Well, apparently, there's a new family living in a tree right outside the fence. (Moe's an outside dog, and they play along the fence.)  Well, a family of bees made a nest there...  Moe sleeps in the garage, and he wasn't out yet, so Molly started chasing her tail.  At least, that's what I thought she was doing.  Then she started crying and running back to the house.  So I stopped and looked around to see what her problem was, when I noticed the bees nest, so I was a bout to run away, but I got stung on my ankle, then I ran back to the house.  I told my parents, cause I haven't gotten stung since I was little, and I'm slightly allergic to bees.  Well, apparently a bee went up my pant leg, and I felt it, so I rubbed my knee, and it stung my knee.  When I rubbed my knee I squashed it, so it was lying half-dead on my leg.  I ran back outside to have my dad kill it.  He came in, I guess I brought the "new family" back with me.  So my mom gave me some medicine, and my dad rubbed, I don't know what it was, but it HURT!  It still is KILLING me, and it's been hours.  You know it hurts, cause usually I can keep pain to myself, most of the time. ;)  Well, wish ME luck! OWWWWWW! -pain throbs-