Ben - Chapter Thirty Eight

Resting in this involuntary furrow, Ben contemplated the benefits brought upon the ground by this ill timed and unfortunate accident. Pieces of metal were beginning to release their secrets and reveal more of the story.

Excitement would get the better, and the mind would dash between what was in the larger and more intact piece of metal, childhood dances under the yew tree, and fashioning wind chimes out of discarded squirrel nut casings.

Ben felt the rumble in his stomach and so procured the usual from the soil after a tempered straw and a steady old hand. As they came marching out to explore and expand, the greedy little chili ants did so to their doom, straight into a hungry mouth never to return.

This was Ben’s special treat and filled him with bravery and excitement. His adventurous mouth could forgive and congratulate. His other end would feel fiery revenge later on. Ben was content with this. Purging himself and the day by extension, before slipping into a protected slumber to dream of pink toads.