You can't quite say that it was a regular day. There was something about the air, something about the smell of things, this particular day. It was, maybe or maybe not, a coincidence that Beenit had decided that day to put his shoes on and go out to explore.
He had been thinking about it for the last couple of weeks. What he would find, what he would see, the smells he would collect, the thrill of it. So, he opened the door, went through the threshold and felt the breeze of a fresh new morning. Oh, what he would see! Oh, where he would walk on! He was very excited of this new adventure he was embarking on.
Beenit found a fallen tree, he was attracted by it because of the little creatures he saw on it. He hadn't seen something like that before. As he was about to take a closer look at one of the creatures a quiet noise could be heard just behind him, the noise of steps on the ground. However, Beenit was too excited and he could not hear them. Had he heard them, would this story have changed? Guess not.
What was going on? Suddenly, Beenit felt his waist was going upside down and up in the air, he was not able to see what or why, he was just up in the air and about to be swallowed by this monster. Where did this monster come from? Who gave him the right? Beenit was only happily wandering around in the forest. Was he thus obliged to be eaten by some beast?
He kept screaming loud, screaming for help. Was there any chance someone would help him now in this situation he was in?
Who would have thought that someone would be so kind to try to help little Beenit in this forsaken forest. But was the worm helping? Or was it just another irony of life or one of those evils with no explanation? Who could tell? At least Beenit had now a few moments more to live?
So, the extra ingredient were some plants. Plants that apparently would make an awesome mixture when combined with Beenit himself. Were the plants the perfect ingredient the beast needed to have a great breakfast? Or were there other plans that the worm had for this morning?
It seems that the extra ingredient wasn't all that tasty after all, in fact, it was some kind of drug. Why had the worm told the beast to eat those plants? Was it trying to make the monster dance? Or were its fellowship and help-the-stranger values so strong? And, above all, what kind of dance was that? Was it appropriate for what once was such a terrifying creature?
Wise words by the worm. Why should anyone try to stop you or try to eat you almost exactly when you start your journey? Beasts, worms and non-flying bees, those are the characters in our lives. Who is to know when they will come and how they will come? What we can now know is that when starting a journey, is good practice to have all the precautions ready to be safe from beasts and always have hope for a worm to come and help us out.
