He ate freshly baked beans for breakfast. |
He ate freshly baked beans for lunch.
He ate freshly baked beans for dinner.
He even ate freshly baked beans for in-between-meal snacks.
Of course, as we all know, beans have a lively after-effect. And Phaseolus
was no stranger to that sad fact of life. However, he was a bachelor and
lived alone, so there was no one to offend. He simply kept all the windows
open and a ceiling fan in constant rotation to ensure an ever-present quantity
of fresh air. And, of course, he was a strong believer in the use of air
One splendid day Phaseolus went to a party not too far from his house. He
had heard the featured victuals would include freshly baked beans, so of
course he had to go to have some of his favorite treat!
Also attending the party that night was Dolichos, the fairest woman of the
village. Phaseolus admired her from afar but thought her to be much too refined
and beautiful for him to even hope for a dance with. Besides, she did not
like beans, being a lady of delicate constitution and sensibility, and never
ate them. She had just accompanied her aging father who wanted to come along
and watch the festivities.
Oh, it was a wonderful party! There was music, dancing, beautiful women and
handsome men, and of course, lots of freshly baked beans. And Phaseolus certainly
ate his fill!
As the hour grew late and the party was drawing to a close, fate found Phaseolus
leaving at the same time as Dolichos. They met at the door. They glanced
into one anothers eyes and in an instant both realized that a mystical union
had been made.
Phaseolus swept Dolichos up into his arms and exclaimed, You are
the most beautiful and sensuous woman in the world! Say youll marry
me or I shall surely die!
Dolichos, overcome and in a swoon with her own swelling love for Phaseolus,
sighed, Oh, I shant have you die. I shall be your wife!
They were married shortly thereafter.
Phaseolus and Dolichos built a little cottage in the village and settled
down together. During the day, Phaseolus would ride his donkey cart off to
the great woodworking mill in the town of Leguminus, just over the hill,
while Dolichos stayed home and kept house.
The seasons came and went, and with each passing year their love for one
another grew and grew. However, Phaseolus love for freshly baked beans did
not diminish; and, in fact, scarcely a day passed that he did not yearn for
a big bowl full. However, he also deeply loved his fair Dolichos and avowed
never to do anything to offend or repel her. He had made the ultimate sacrifice
and had given up freshly baked beans forever.
Phaseolus and Dolichos led a quiet and simple life. They rarely had visitors,
although they had made friends with the other good folks who lived in their
village. They would all get together occasionally for celebrations and parties.
Oftentimes at these parties Phaseolus would sit quietly and think back to
that most wonderful of parties, when he had met his beloved Dolichos ...
and when he had eaten his last bowl of freshly baked beans.
One day as Phaseolus was headed home after a long and hard day at work, his
faithful donkey slipped on a stone and fell, breaking its leg. Phaseolus
was, of course, brokenhearted. But he did not want his beast to suffer in
pain. With heavy heart, he took out his rifle and put the poor donkey out
of its misery.
He gathered up his knapsack and belongings from the cart and sadly started
his long trek home.
As he trudged along the winding dirt road up the hill to the village, he
came upon a little house with a cafe in front. A familiar, lovely scent filled
his nostrils as he approached the cafe. Sure enough, there was a sign up
front: Todays Special Freshly Baked Beans.
Poor Phaseolus was faced with a real dilemma! How badly he yearned for a
large, steaming bowl of freshly baked beans. Yet he also realized he could
never return home and inflict the side-effects of his passion onto his lovely
and fair Dolichos.
Phaseolus stood in the doorway of that cafe, wavering.
Finally, his lust for freshly baked beans won out. He decided the walk home
would be long enough for him to work off any ill side effects before he arrived
there. So down he sat, and before he left he had finished off three large,
piping-hot bowls of freshly baked beans.
All the way home Phaseolus
his might. These particular beans were very lively and he was having quite
He was more than a little concerned when he arrived at his cottage and realized
he was still full of gas. What would he do?
Dolichos greeted Phaseolus at the door, of course very anxious and agitated
over his late arrival. My darling! Im so glad youre home!
Phaseolus explained his plight. Dolichos eyes filled with tears as he told
of the poor donkey. Of course, he omitted having had his little snack on
the way home!
Dolichos gave him a hug and took his broad, rough hands into her fair, dainty
hands. She looked lovingly into his eyes and asked, Surely you
didnt forget what today is! Her spirits fell as she saw the
questioning in his eyes. Then he smacked himself on the head and groaned.
Oh, my fair love, how could I forget our anniversary!
She smiled somewhat sadly but said, I forgive you. One of us didnt
forget. I have a little surprise for you! Wait here!
She scurried off into the cottage with a little giggle, and returned with
a blindfold. Here, darling, put this over your eyes.
They laughed together as Dolichos slipped the blindfold down over Phaseolus
head. She took him by the hand and led him inside. She helped him take his
seat at the dining room table. Are you ready? she asked
Just as Dolichos was about to slip the blindfold off Phaseolus head, there
was a knock at the back door. Oh, who could that be!
Dolichos exclaimed. Dear Phaseolus, you must promise not to remove
the blindfold until I return! Of course, he assured her he wouldnt.
She hurried off into the kitchen and answered the door. It was Madame Vigna,
the old but sweet hag who lived next door and who had a penchant for gossip.
Sure enough, she had plenty of questions about Phaseolus late arrival, which
had not escaped her attention.
As Dolichos patiently and kindly retold the whole sad story to Vigna, Phaseolus
took advantage of the opportunity as he felt the urge to release a large
buildup of gas. He lifted one leg and let go. It was not only loud as a lions
roar, but also ripe as rotten eggs. He frantically fanned the air around
his lap with his napkin and settled down in his seat again, once again
comfortable if only temporarily.
Before much time passed he felt the urge again. He lifted the other leg and
blasted forth once more. This one was even louder and riper than the last
This gaseous activity went on for quite some minutes as Madame Vigna and
our sweet Dolichos continued their chat. Phaseolus let go time and time again,
each time waving the air with his large cloth napkin and fretting to himself
about the awful predicament he had gotten himself into. He loudly cursed,
Confound those beans! I shall never eat another mouthful!
Another thunderous report from his steaming breeches blasted forth as if
to underscore his pledge! The fuming stench from this mighty release was
nearly more than he could bear. His eyes began watering under the blindfold.
Coughing and sneezing, he stood up and shook first one leg then the other
as if to wriggle free the remaining trapped gas that was assaulting
his already over-taxed nostrils.
Finally, Phaseolus heard the chattering ladies bid their farewells. He knew
his freedom was over. He settled back in his chair, folded his hands over
his lap, and was the picture of innocence when Dolichos returned to the table.
Oh, my love, I am so sorry I kept you waiting! Madame Vigna was
just full of questions! You didnt peek, did you? Phaseolus assured
her that, of course, he had not.
Dolichos stepped over...
whisked the blindfold away from Phaseolus head...
and there was his
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