“I did what any country boy wou’ do when he come ‘cross a bee’s nest, I poked it with a stick.”

“And what does a bee’s nest have to do with my deputy pulling Jed’s body out of the back of a garbage truck?” the Sheriff asked.

“Well, after pokin’ th’ nest, them bees got real mad. Started stingin’ me and Jed sumpthin’ fierce. We hi-tailed it dawn th’ hill to th’ lake ‘n jump’d in. Well, Jed musta jump’d in th’ deep part cuz he starts splashin’ and hollarin’ that he can’t swim and all. I musta jump’d in th’ shallows cuz I could touch th’ bottom with my feet. Well, Sherriff, I can’t swim no good, neither so I looks ‘round fer a branch or a rope or sumpthin’ to retch out to ol’ Jed and haul ‘im to the shallows but I couldn’t find nuttin’ close so I’s walks to th’ bank but them dang bees kept stingin’ me on my head an’ arms so I jumps back int’ the lake. I tried crossin’ th’ lake to thar other side but it got deeper’n I could retch wit’ m’ feet so I heads back ‘n that’s when I couldn’t hear Jed splashin’ no more.”