It was a bright sunny day, from what I can tell at least, I stayed on my beanstalk as that was all I could do. As I was a bean.
I was on the same stalk as my family. I was right next to my sister who had a thing for our neighbors son. But we are all related, not closely but are from the same garden, as our seeds could have been from the same beanstalk.
It's been about a month since we were planted and I've been really well. Soon enough it was midday. I think
I felt the beanstalk shaking, what was happening? Was it a dog? I felt myself being plucked from my home
I was tossed somewhere, there were others like me in it, more beans.
I knew my family was in here with me too, after a little while cold water was ran over us, were we, being washed?
I've heard stories from my father about this, it normally ends with us dying, was this really happening? I wanted to live longer.
I felt a huge hang grab is and get tossed onto a hard surface then I heard chopping noises, there was no way out of this was there?
Soon enough little parts of me were getting chopped off, one by one. Im done for now, there's no hope. I just wanted to live my life then rot away on my beanstalk.
But that was no longer an option.
