The Bean

The Bean

Once, awhile back, a man was walking about in his garden and he found a Bean.

It wasn't much different than any other Bean. It wasn't a big Bean or a little Bean. It was a "just right" kind of Bean. the man picked the Bean up and put it in his pocket.

After a few days the man's wife was sorting through his clothes to be washed, and out fell the Bean. The woman picked up the Bean and looked at it very closely. As she pondered the Bean, she thought, "Well, it's just a plain old Bean." The woman took the Bean and planted it in a little pot and forgot about it.

The Bean sat in the pot on their front porch for months. The sun grazed over the pot and the rain watered the Bean. The Bean began to grow.

The woman and the man had been longing for a baby, but no baby came.

One night the woman had a dream. In the dream, a Spirit came to her and told her, "I am going to grant your wish, but you must do as I command. First, you must go out on your porch and dig up the Bean in your little pot. Then, you must wash off the Bean three times and eat it."

The next day the woman was looking out her window and she saw the little pot in which she had planted the Bean. She rememberd the Dream..so she went outside and got the little pot and found the Bean. She took the Bean, washed it three times and ate it.

In the summer, when the sun was shining high in the sky the man and the woman looked in the cradle at their brand new beautiful baby boy named Charlie...but they lovingly called him.."The Bean".

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Note: after I wrote this story I was amazed to learn that my son had nicknamed my grandson..."Bean".