The daily life of Beanville beans.

Snuggle in dear and lend me your ear. We’re going on an adventure, not far from here. To a place called Beanville where all beans are born. Some tall, some short, some you find on top of a unicorn. Some beans are serious and some are silly. You’ll even meet a small bean that everyone calls Ninny.

Now you might see a few strange things, though for a bean it’s nothing new; A bean, floating on a fluffy cloud and another painting his belly blue. Beans have silly games as well. Some involving spoons and some are won racing bubbles to the moon.

They find the oddest places to sleep in Beanville, you see. You’d even find beans sleeping on the tippy top of a bouncing tree. They sleep in baskets, bushes and they use flowers as cushions. They sleep in tree stumps that are hollow and a few other places only beans would know.

Beans don’t usually fuss and fess over things seemingly small. Beans have simple lives. A day spent with a bean is always a ball.

They start off their days, all in a row, being careful not to step on another bean friend’s toe. They all get breakfast, gathered together in a line. Sharing all the yummy foods and not fighting over what’s his and what’s mine. Beans A to Z as far as the eye could see. All beans patiently waiting for their breakfast in glee. Some beans like pancakes and some like toast. Some beans prefer to start their day off with a big Sunday roast.

After breakfast is shared and no crumbs are spared, all the beans head off to brush their teeth and get prepared. They brush and brush to the tempo of a song. Brushing in the back and not forgetting the tongue. They put on their hardhats because at work safety comes first; making sure that there’s no need for a bean to be nursed.

They head out together, ready for a fun day of work, enjoying the sunlight and a new day’s perks. They hop and they skip to a joined rhythmic beat, singing a work song with a bit of pep in their feet. This is the work song of beans, you see. It has quite an interesting beat. It never fails to bring everyone who hears it to their feet.

They skip over rocks and hop over hills. Off to the mines where beans get their day’s thrills. Picking and drilling with their special mine drills, making sure every bean goes home with their pockets filled. They pass Beanville River where you’d find a bean called Numpty, humming and fishing with a mood that could never be grumpy.

Still marching on and making way, the beans pass a field of poppies that sway. If you listen close, making sure to keep it hush, you can hear the poppies whisper all their secrets and such. Once they reach Beanville mines they get on with their duties, mining everything from shimmering diamonds to emeralds to rubies.

They sing their work song, making the hours quickly pass by. It’s a common truth that having fun makes times fly. It didn’t take a whisper, or a moment’s silence, to hear the loud rumble that’s sure to surprise us. It sounded more like a lion but the beans know better. It’s the sound of a tummy asking everyone to have lunch together.

The beans follow the que and put down their tools. What’s for lunch, nobody knew. They could be having a salad, with cheese that is blue or they could be having a yummy homemade veggie stew. Either way, they stood in their line, getting hints of a meal that smells divine. They all get their share, they all get a plate. All the beans are eating and having a chat with their mate.

The beans head out. Work’s done without a doubt. They all set off on the home bound route. They march past the whispering poppies and fisher-bean Numpty’s riverside guppies. They skip over the skipping rocks and hop over the hopping hills. All the beans tired after a day filled with fun and thrills.

They all make it home. The day is winding down. All the beans prepare for the sun to go down. They all scrub a ‘dub, all the beans in a tub. Polishing their heads and washing away the mud. The last line-up of the day, it’s time for dinner. The beans all line up under the stars shining in glimmer. They eat in quite murmur and finish up quick. Their eyes are getting heavier with every blink.

Their off to brush their teeth while humming their tooth brushing tune, the beans are all sure to go to bed soon. The day was productive. No hour spared. They all reminisce in the moments they shared.

To sleep in a spot that’s as odd as could be might be silly to you, but never for a bean. The beans tuck themselves in, they snuggle in tight. Sleep is sure to fall over them with all its might. If you looks around don’t be surprised. You’re sure to be amused by all the sleeping spots you’d find. It’s a funny sight indeed, and I’m sure you would agree; a bean, fast asleep on the tippy top of the bouncing tree. You can find them in baskets and bushes, using flowers as cushions. They sleep in tree stumps that are hollow and a few other places that you and I now know.

Beanville is quiet and just like the nights prior; the night is filled with sounds of the Beanville cricket choir. If you listen real close you’d also hear an owl hooting its hoo’s not so far from here. Beans A to Z as far as the eye could see. All the beans are snoozing. They’re all fast asleep. They’re all having dreamy adventures and soon so will you. Your visit to dream land is long overdue.

The end.