✨The bean bible✨

✨Origin of the bean✨

So, to learn the basics of the bean-style we shall learn it's origins. The bean can be almost anything as long as you believe but here is the original story:

Once upon a time there was a red bean who lived in a little village. Every Tuesday he and his parents would go to a tree and wish for fortune. The bean didn't often take it seriously but would join in on the rituals, otherwise it was just him and his thoughts. One day the beans parents became enough sick to not being able to go praying. His mother Beanie asked the bean: "Beanheart could you go and pray to the tree for us?" 

The bean agreed and went to the tree. When he arrived no one was there, just him. The wind blew through the leaves for silence to quickly follow. Suddenly one of the trees branches fell down to the ground. The bean started panicking cause it had never happened before. He tried to pick up the branch with his small arms but failed miserably. 

"If only I was stronger" the bean sighed. Instead of trying again he dragged it to the side and walked home. 

The next day the leader of the village called everyone in for a meeting. "One of you in this very room is guilty for a big crime. On my way to praying yesterday I found one of the trees branches laying on the ground! If anyone wants admit right now I am willing to mitigate the punishment, though the consequences will still be great". The bean froze, starring down at the ground. The chief noticed his sudden behavior and walked up to him. "Little bean, what's the cold expression for? Do you know something important? Would be pretty sad if it was you since your family is so believing." The bean tried to keep a straight face. "Okay then, I'll deal with you later" the chief sighed. "Meeting's over".

Later in the evening the bean met up with the chief by the tree. "Lovely isn't it? That a living creature with no moving arms or legs can give us things something so important without anything in return?" The cheif said (beans hadn't discovered photosynthesis yet). "Yeah, it's pretty impressive when you think about it" the bean answered. "Bean, I understand now that maybe the things I said were a bit to much. You'll still be punished but not as harsh-"

"Master chief about that, no one ripped of the tree branch. When I came to pray to the tree it just fell down."

"Just fell down?! The tree's started to wither boy! Since you didn't do anything you're going to be a black sheep!"

"But master chief-!" The chief walked away with heavy steps and fastly swinging arms. The next day the bean started getting disgusted looks from all the villagers. Low whispers followed him like his own shadow. A few weeks pass and the bean's still frozen out. His parents had gotten a little harsh treatment as well but nothing compared to him.

One day a broccoli-man visited the village. He saw a red bean with a small sombrero and tired face. The broccoli-man went up to him and asked: Why are you sad?

"I've become a scapegoat for something I haven't done. The sun shined on the broccoli-mans dark shades. "Why don't you do something about it?" The bean lifted his head and stared at the green man before him. "How?"

"Well you can go live in my village!" The beans eyes lit up. Tears started flowing down his small red cheeks. "Really?" 

"Of course!" The broccoli answered. The bean hugged him out of joy. "Is it okay if my parents follow too?" 

"Well I guess but how are you planning to do that?" The bean put his hand on his nonexistent chin and muttered: "They would both follow if the tree was too but that's impossible." The broccoli-mans face meaning he realized something. He showed his hand down his pocket and showed the bean a seed. "Does it have to be the same tree?"

Later in the evening the Bean and broccoli-man went to the beans parents. With a small shaky hand the bean knocked three times. He was met by his dad Bert. "Umm, hi dad. Where's mom?" The bean gulped. "She's in the kitchen, come on in". 

"Mom we found a seed that could be the next tree. I'm going to move to my broccoli friends village. It would be nice if you guys also followed, i'm worried of what might happen to you two when I leave". Beanie looked at his son with questioning eyes. "What about the tree? We can't just leave it". "Didn't you hear what the chief said? It's withering so it will not be there for long". "Alright" his mother sighed. 

The bean and his parents ended up moving to the broccoli-mans village and lived a better life.

THE END

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MORAL OF STORY: Everyone deserves a second chance and you can pray to any sort of tree. (Also to make it clear you don't have to make the same decisions as the characters in this story to be more believing).