Being as I like to eat food, and I feed a lot of other people who also like to eat food, I'm always on the lookout for a good opportunity to get me some. So when the chance presented itself to dance on out to a bean field when the harvester had done, off I went.
The dusty little bean plot was dotted with scavengers like Bestie and me, each picking our own little area in which to scrounge for dry pods to shell later, or sifting the little red gems out of the dirt. Well, almost everyone picked their own little area. One individual kept roaming the lot in a random fashion, chatting cheerily with himself, and eventually staking his claim on the row I had already selected as my own. I was a little taken aback, but, like Jeremy Renner, I can fight but I won't unless I have to, so I just moved to another row. And he did it again. So I relocated once more. And then he wandered away, still happily conversing with himself.
Bestie and I decided we were fulla beans, and as we left the field she leaned toward me and whispered, "I have to ask. Is that the Corn Stalker?"
"It was," I said. "But now...it's the Bean Stalker!"
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