Within the city and near the top of the hill, between the new autumn bloom and the wall of the market square, a statue sculpted of blackened iron has appeared. Seen from the path, it is set well back and unobtrusive, its rather peculiar figure may be seen side on. Just behind the statue stands a large wooden beehive, a few honeybees fly about some business while the warmth of the day persists.
Stood on two legs, but with feet facing opposite ways, two torsos rise from one waist. Each torso has two arms and a head of its own, facing each other but neither body complete. The one on the left has a hole through the head, four inches round and from above the brow. The one on the right has a hole through the chest, four inches round and from left of center. The two right hands reach out to welcome, sharing calm handshake between. The two left hands reach out to throttle, each gripped upon the neck of the other. Both heads tilt back, their gaze to the sky, a smile on the face of the right, a frown on the face of the left.
A small plaque lies between their feet. It reads 'Beware of the bees', below it is signed '~Gardener~'
((plaque updated))