Six Words: Kidney, Eyebrow, Unit, Protest, Quantity, Pupil
Once upon a time, a small boy lived on a small farm alongside a small road. Being a small boy, the small farm seemed big to him. Very big. The sky at night over the small farm alongside the small road seemed even bigger, because, of course, it was bigger, much bigger.
The sky at night was black. Very black. The quantity of stars that were visible at night to the small boy on the small farm alongside the small road were uncountable. Because it was so dark at night, the pupils in his eyes grew very big. He could see even more stars than his parents, who lived with him on the small farm alongside the small road under the very big sky. The eyebrows of his parents, especially his father, sometimes got in the way when they looked at the stars in the very big, very black sky over the small farm alongside the small road.
One day, not at night, but during the day, the small boy on the small farm alongside the small road saw a package on the counter of the small kitchen in his small house on the small farm alongside the small road. The package said “kidney bean packets enclosed, 12 units”.
He remembered a story that his parents had read him at bedtime when the very big sky was very black over the small farm alongside the small road. He took a kidney bean, just one, and planted it in the dirt outside his window. He watched it and watered it every day. Soon it began to grow. And grow, And grow. It grew taller and it grew wider. The kidney bean plant reached his window sill. Then it reached the top of his window. Then it reached the roof of the house.
His parents told the small boy that his kidney bean plant had grown too big for their small farm alongside the small road. They told the small boy that he was going to have to harvest the very tall, very wide kidney bean plant that was outside his window in the small house on the small farm alongside the small road.
“No!” protested the small boy using a very big voice. “My plant is going to reach the stars in the very big, very black sky over our small house on our small farm alongside the small road. And then I will climb all the way to the top of the very wide, very tall kidney bean plant and I will catch a star.”
His parents smiled. They remembered a story too, about a boy who planted a bean and climbed it to get to a pot of gold. The parents said to the small boy on the small farm alongside the small road, “OK, you can keep the bean stalk Jack.”