(Not much today, not much free time)
He waited and listened,
anticipation granting him patience
while hearing boastful recounts
of the beanstalk trade.
The nuggets of gold once envied
were cast aside, banned as currency
due to superstition.
Stories of how the beanstalk
first formed were whispered,
praying no such occurance
would ever happen again.
‘I saw it! Beans fell from the sky
and the next morning it was there,
fully grown. Magic beans.’
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