'4 bee stings just above my sock line', I told the spirit of wisdom, looking at my fat foot. the spirit put his hand on my head. I herd a sound like two palms of someones hands rubbing together. Cold air rushed up from the ground and swirled around my throbbing ankle. 'That ought to do it.' he said. I looked up at him in amazement. 'Its well' I gulped.
The spirit laughed, 'Its well' he echoed