As we sat in the headquarters shortly after our last trip with the ambulance we were taking a long needed break and drinking coffee. But that shouldn't last long. A distess call reaced us. Male, 32, stung by a bee and allergic. He was hiking in the near by mountain. We prepared the helicopter. Everything needed to go fast as the man was in a life-threatening condition. In a long practiced routine we took of. As we reached the mountain we saw his fire. We smelled the roasted fish he just made before the accident. He was barely conscious when we transported him into the helicopter but hid his pain well. "Where is my beatle?", he asked. "What beatle?" "The beatle I caught. I need my beatle." I was only able to shake my head. "Sir, you're in a life-threatening condition. That beatle should be your last concern." "But the beatle... And the rainbow! THE MAGIC!" Yelling the last words he passed out. As I took a look out of the window I saw a rainbow and wondered what he meant
