On the way to the long and winding road all they can see along the valley, everywhere their eyes focused are the many soya bean plants. Everything here is green! All green that their eyes started getting abnoxious, disoriented and dizzy.
Waldo: For goodness sake all I can see is green. Green leaves. Green stems green beans, string beans, vines of greens and...
Before he could hastened to add another statement the crawling live tendrils grabbed him and crawled and spiralled on his legs and body. At first the tendrils tickled him and he had a fit.
George: Why don't you try one of the medium sized bean from the vine. Pick one string bean and let us know the taste.
Waldo grabbed and picked one bean from its vine and it produced a loud snapping sound that the tendrils around his body tried to grip him too tight that he was almost out of breath.
Waldo: Gulph ..ouch help meeeeeeeeeee! Help me!
Only then Jack's troops learned that although the bean plants seemed harmless and playful they have some kind of weird too strange mal-adaptive attitude. They came to the rescue before it's too late. They cut the tendrils with their swift sharp swords.
Shhhwishhhhhhhhhhh---------swishhhhhhh-----------swwwhhhhiiiisssssh the beans crawled slowly away from them. They were giggling, hissing and making funny goofy sounds. Then they beanwalked away from them.
Then the Mother bean plant asked, "Have you got your beans today?"
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