Ben - Chapter Twenty Six

It was an old memory. Something more mechanical than one could care to imagine or remember. The day that all furreds had to report for assignment.

Ben dreaded this day for lengths to come but grew to become fond of what the rattlers has him assigned to do. Ben had a fondness for the strong-shiny that could smell when fire heated. Eggs would be easier to eat when placed within it’s cooling core.

Eggs were a special treat for the more privileged foot-tappers like Ben. A strong with a predefined length. A creature forgiven for that premature grey hair. A creature who could leave a brown ball shaped mess on the forest carpet and attract the mercy and forgiveness of the largest burping bears.

Having bending skills made desirous good aplenty and favour flow in one positive direction. Shinybenders were in top demand, especially grey furreds. This is how Ben procured his blinky seethroughs. He could actually see. This kept him from accidentally being throw into his own invention, a hot shiny round for liquid dinners such.

Ben was grateful. Ben skipped on.