I Got Stung by a Bee in My Sleep

I want to rewrite the end of the story. If this were a Pixar short or something, Keith is on the beach. David's looking at him. He looks back to the water and judges up his sleeves. It's a coin. And it's enough to buy octopus fur every time. I also woke up that morning with a giant bee sting on my thigh because a bee had somehow gotten in our bed. But luckily, it's sung me and not Becky Because Becky's allergic to bees.