"Yep" she chirrups, "but I've never been stung, Brother Vernasus get's stung occasionally though,"<br/><br/>she tilts her head to one side and looks up as if in deep thought<br/><br/>"But he says it's their way of giving us the gift of touch, to remind us of our place in the world, he also says it's the most important thing a bee can do for it's hive, since it can only give out one sting..."<br/><br/>She claps her hands together and smiles<br/><br/>"I hope one day I get chosen by a bee to be stung"<br/><br/>She sees the giant figure picking it's way across the gardens towards them<br/><br/>"MISTER ARNY" she exclaims,<br/><br/>she looks at the habit in his hands<br/><br/>"but I doesn't want to wear the normal habits, they scritch and scratch..."