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‘of course he did honey that’s one of daddy’s jobs; but we still need to get you fixed up a bit more ok?’
     
    Hunter bobbed his head.
     
    ‘Mummy’s going to carry you home and we’re going to get that stinger out and get you into a nice bubbly bath.’ She continued.
     
    Hunter’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. ‘S – stinger out?’ He queried, as panic began to in his voice.
     
    Elise nodded ‘yes honey, that little bee was very naughty but daddy will fix it for you ok.’
     
    Bruce nodded ‘that’s right little guy, I’ll make it all better just as soon as we get home.’ He didn’t give the boy time to respond to his statement, turning and walking away in the direction of the house and holding low hanging branches aside for his family as he went.  He hoped that getting him home quickly would distract him enough that he would not have time to dwell on what ‘removing the stinger’ might entail.
     
    Bruce’s simple plan had been a good one. Hunter had watched open mouthed as his father moved away, and leant into the comforting warmth of his mother’s body. He found that the swaying motion of her walk made him feel sleepy and he had closed his puffy eyes, slowly sinking onto her.
     
    Noticing how heavy he had become Elise had looked down briefly at her young son and smiled. Hugging him tighter for a moment she kissed his forehead gently. ‘All that crying and adventure has worn you out hey little one?’
     
    Hunter nodded against her chest, admitting he was tired was not typical of him but after all the drama he was exhausted.
     
    Elise’s lips curved into a warm smile, her son was never tired!
     
    ‘Ok then soldier’ she said quietly ‘you can have a little nap after we’ve cleaned you up a bit, after your bath. Then later on I’ll wake you up and make you something special for dinner… How does some of daddy’s venison sound to you?’
     
    Hunter nodded lazily, he had learned his love of game from his father and liked nothing better than his mother’s venison ragu. Of course he only ever ate a small amount but he loved the rich sauce and the way he had to chase the slippery pasta across the plate to catch it.
     
    Little Hunter had not noticed when they made it back to the neat green grass of the garden. His eyes remained closed as his father swung open the door for them to pass through. He teetered upon the edge of sleep, distantly hearing the sounds of the door creaking and his parents hushed conversation.  He stirred and briefly opened his eyes when his mother shifted her grip to push into the bathroom, but closed them again with a tired sigh.
     
    Ever so gently Elise crouched to the floor and twisted him around so that he sat facing outwards on her lap. She had seated herself with her legs folded under her with his little legs stretched out straight on top of hers. His feet barely stretched over the ends of her knees. The sight of his tiny brown boots bought a loving smile to her lips.  She often marveled at how small he was, like a tiny carbon copy of the man she had fallen in love with.
     
    Hugging him close she had quietly called her sons name, knowing this would eventually rouse him. Behind her Bruce entered the bathroom quietly, sneaking across the room and crouching before his wife and son. Silently he waved a pair of tweezers in the air, pressing a solitary finger to his lips with his other hand.
     
    Elise nodded wordlessly in agreement; if they could get the job done whilst he slept it would be a lot easier for everyone.
     
    Bruce delicately lifted his son’s hand and turned it so that his palm was facing upwards. Looking at the angry red welt that was forming he shook his head. He had told the boy countless times not to venture into the woods, both of them had. Still, he supposed that sometimes you had to make mistakes to learn.
     
    Focusing all his attention on the tip of the stinger jutting from the reddened skin he got to work quickly. With one