31 Days

that night, back in the woods, beanchild had a dream.
He dreamed of three things.

1) A giant floating plate of beans.
2) A HUGE fork, for the beans.
3) Never, eating the beans.

and some other floating beans, that's three things, and another one.

Although the floating beans are sort of part of the floating plate of beans.

Beanchild awoke the next morning and smiled.
Neverything was going to be okay.
He got up and reached for some trousers.

Blue ones. Velvet on the inside, normal denim on the out. Side.

31 Days

Stillness and reflection.
Key left iContact unburied on the surface of beanland, that was the
way of things.
He would grow into a beantree and perhaps, one day, repay his debt.
-although it's also possible that he was just too gray and bad and
perhaps, one day, rise again in some sort of evil revenge scenario.
we'll see how the sales of this go -
anyway, so yea
Key, carrying the unconscious Mandy towards that tear in the
fabric of Beanland, turned to Rangar
"Come on. Leave that, that ..." there were not words in Key's
vocabulary to sufficiently blister iContacts existance.
Well nothing polite.
Rangar stopped growlping at the body and moved towards the exit
"So, that was all mad, eh." Rangar had a way with flippancy.
"To say the least"
"Hey, is that bean thing coming with us, yea ?"'That bean thing' yes the beanchild, it's bubbling cocoon scratched
and torn, bean soup spilled, used to dispatch the i of Contact
it was time to move on, to grow.
It, HE, moved towards that rip that was now their exit.
He turned back to where they had buried Never Pardon and
Mr. Crimson ...
... it seemed like Never Pardon HAD amounted to a hill of beans,
well, a mound at any rate. He and Crimson together.
The beanchild smiled. (not pictured here)
He wasn't the most heroic of protagonists, Never, in fact it was Key
Openshoot, HE came through for Mandy ... and Rangar, we must not
forget the Rangar, brave soul.
It's not all about bravery. Never had found Mandy, he had achieved
something he had dared not to dream of.The dog stalled at the opening to look back ... so too, did the beanchild.
He lingered and looked around. His smile faded and he turned away.
As He finally stepped through the exit rip, his orangey light pulled the
edges together and closed the wound

31 Days

As iContact swung the mortified weapon a growlp from the side
signaled Rangars attack.
Kgnarling and biting.
The attack, however, was post swing, and the felineus weapon had
already launched ...
Crimson flew and scratched

... and then hit the ground.

Key watched as the mog flumped to a soft stillness.Is that blood ? that's not blood
His look trailed back from Crimson, with bean gravy ... back to the bean.
That bigger than big bean, as it slowly emptied.No.
Mr. Crimson was lifeless. No.
NO.
glow.
The bean juice had changed the furry object. It felt strong. Righteous.
Anger flamed up inside Key.
Key, grandson of the noble Sir Walter Mt. Everest Openshoot, squeezed.
Openshoots DO NOT go lightly.
"NOOOO" came his battle cry as he ran and swung...Rage.

Slash.

silent.

31 Days

The sound of an angered bark and manly groar.... and from that rip in the land, from the real world came galloping one ginger dog and one purple leg-ged man.
Key lunged forth fists clenched to nuggets of grizzled punch.
To the ground they tumbled and punch after pummel after punt
back to punch they fought. Key, skillfully avoiding every mash. iContact accepting the
knuckes of retribution ...
but then iContact managed to reach and find a soft furry thing.with a tight squeeze the corpse of Crimson popped with shiny claws.
"ssssuch a fitting wwweapon" hissed iContact.

31 Days

hissssss"mmaaaasssshhhh at yoouuu fAACCCeee.
iMMMAAAAaaaaaaassssshh"
... like before, the mashing seemed to go on and on ...
and like before, Never faded ... everything was going gray and
it seemed like his self wanted to go to that bean-land.
He was already in a land of bean ...

FAding.

fading.

fading

31 Days

... there stood iContact.He had ripped and scratched and tore through to this land of bean.
You can see the rip there on the left, that's a bit of grass and some
trees. See ? It's just there on the left, just above the dead cat.
Oh. Oh yea ...
Crimson, dear Mr. Crimson lay unlifed, the colour still draining from
what was left of him.
Never ran, roaring and flailing.
He and iContact exploded into a violent engagement.
Colour fading ... Never was overpowered.
iContact stood over him, and began to mash at Never's face.
Mash after mash after mash he did.
Mandy had fallen to the beany ground, almost completely gray.

31 Days

Beanland.There they stood, surrounded by beantrees and beanbushels and
there, the slow moving beancreak.
Never Pardon and Mandy Andy felt warm from the inside out.
The moment was like the best moment you've ever felt ...
... to Mandy and Never, it was very similar to that moment a while
back, when they met outside Fenwicks, yea, that was their best
moment ever, and this, this matched that, in fact, it was a little
better as now they were in love and stuff AND in Beanland.
Brilliant !
If they could bottle this moment, then they could taste of it often.
They might smear beanmoment over their morning toast.
They might add beanmoment dressing to their beanburgers.
They might use some beanmoment bits as a tasty enticement in
a trap to catch the troublesome beanvole.
They might.
... then, at that moment they felt the colour bleed from just behind
them ... they felt some of the warm, fade ...

31 Days

At that moment they all stood, frozen, iContact almost upon them,
everything stopped.
The wind in the leaves and the muffled burgeling from inside the big
bean the only soundings to be heard.
The wind picked up and the burgeling loudened.
Just then, arrows of warm orangey glow crawled out from the bean.
One touching each - and engulfing them.
Then they were slowly souped from their places ...

... drawn into that bean

... drawn away to a place of dreams, from the heart of that forest

to someplace not there. To a place not anywhere.
To a place of dreams.

31 Days

... before them was the stuff of dreams ...A vision they had both dreamt of.
"It's the bubbling in a big bean man"
Never said it, but just as he did he heard Mandy say just the same.
Mandy turned to Never, with an intense look, then she turned all
of the more ...
behind them
iContact had held one of Crimson's claws aside and was just finishing
" .. ubbling in a bean man"
Mr. Crimsons scrawlping was only understood by Never Pardon.
'It's that bubbling bean man you were on about' is what he said.
He was right, it was.

31 Days

Through the woganwoods they ran.
Over broken branch and under twisted twig.
Over fallen leaf and under blooming sprig ...iContact, screaming and howling, Crimson faced
and flailing arms ...

closing in ...

Then out in front, as the trees spread before them ...
The chase almost at it's close, they both beheld a sight of sights.
Never and Mandy were confronted by a glow of orangey red.
The sort of glow that raises the temperature of ones cockles.

... and cockles suitably warmed ...