Ben - Chapter Twenty Three

Fifty large gray rocks of varying colour and two hundred steps. This was all Ben could take and endure before resting and catching a two hour rabbit-nap. Forgetfulness to wrap ears could normally lead to a wig invasion to the snortheads, but Ben was wise to this.

The wigs would need to wait until Ben donned the wooden coat before they had a chance to literally eat his thoughts, affiliations, dispositions, favourites and views on the conspiracy theory behind the real colour of genuine carrots.

Citing their future chance for revenge and knowing all of the above, Ben throated three wigs, sucking their hundred-pinchers in with delightful gusto. In this world, rabbits also eat insects. Ben would break walls to tell all this, if only they could listen.

Ben’s favourite drink was the juice that sat upon a banbarble, a large plant that grew tall, confident and sweet, like camels in the distance. These were also known as the cucumber of the falling sky. The plant itself could not be eaten, simply because it was too tall for any sentient creature to each. Ben’s confidence could not grow his tail.

Ben pondered as the sweet mysterynectar fell on his chair (his arse bun) and then onto him. He would kick the sweet drops into his mouth between his protruding teeth, sucking them in with a friendly forced burp. This was his routine to attract bees.