Ben - chapter nineteen

“Tell me this! I am upset that the caterpillars have eaten my cereal and they had not the graves to shunt a drop in my pocket, the lonely old coalbucketeers”.

A bright yellow felinety appeared, unneutered and as posh as a burnt wooden spoon. Ben skipped aback and took in this new sight, yellow at first and then detailed in outline of whisker, skin and two large bulbous green eyes as the spectacles were corrected. Somewhat like him, but with strange feet and shorter ears.

“This hat. See this hat?” Ben’s eyes rolled up as if to instinctively puncture through the clouds and look at the sky. No sooner had this happened, the bright young creature that stood a snail above him produced a large round blade with a mezzanine covered, protruding with thread and light wood as if to keep the wasps away.

This interesting contraption was placed upon Ben, fitting like a spark plug into a well oiled engine. A light and friendly claw pushed the tip up so as not to disturb the precariously placed glass pieces helping Ben to see.

“The first peach tree dance is this evening!” bluttered the majestic creature. A voice of echoes carved from the finest violin strings. An eccentric yet peaceful sound that soothed this old rabbits ears. Ben that is. We must stay awake.