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Every day, Gino’s grandfather would recite to him an ode or poem, but more often than not, Gino would request the “Ballad of the Behemouth.” By far, the Ballad of the Behemouth was the one poem Gino heard the most, and as such, Gino was quick to learn it by heart. Gino was quite proud to have memorized the “Ballad the Behemouth.” Even after his grandfather left the village for the sacred grounds, Gino would recite it everyday.
Every single day.
To everyone he met.
Most often, he would recite it to his best friend, Barnabi the Brushbaby. Quite often, however, his little sister Beatrice, whom he called Beani, would be forced to listen to it as well. For Gino, reciting the ballad was like sharing the sunshine with those he cared for.
For Beani, it was annoying.
“I don’t like that story” said Beatrice.
Gino was hurt.
“Well I don’t like you, Beani,” said Gino, “now leave me alone!”
“But I wanna play with you and Barnabi,” said Beani.
“No,” said Gino, “Go home, Beani!”
Beani started to cry and ran away.
“Don’t you think you were being a little hard on her?” said Barnabi.
“I don’t care. She’s always annoying me,” said Gino.
“I still don’t think you were being very nice,” said Barnabi.
After playing with Barnabi, Gino returned home for lunch. Grandma was waiting with a fresh baked tart.
“Isn’t your sister with you?” said Grandma.
“I told her to go home,” said Gino.
“You really should be nicer to her,” said Grandma, “she really looks up to you.”
“I wish she would just leave me alone,” said Gino.
The hours were passing by after lunch, and Beani still hadn’t returned home. Grandma was starting to worry, and Gino was feeling guilty.
“What are you doing, Gino?” said Barnabi.
Gino was seated on the front step outside his house. “I felt bad for what I said to Beani earlier, so I thought I would wait here and apologize when she came back.”
“Petey Pugzo told me he saw her heading into the woods,” said Barnabi, “out by the Southern Gate.”
“But, Beani isn’t allowed in the woods by herself” said Gino.
“Do you think we should go find her?” asked Barnabi.
“Yes,” said Gino.
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Every day, Gino’s grandfather would recite to him an ode or poem, but more often than not, Gino would request the “Ballad of the Behemouth.” By far, the Ballad of the Behemouth was the one poem Gino heard the most, and as such, Gino was quick to learn it by heart. Gino was quite proud to have memorized the “Ballad the Behemouth.” Even after his grandfather left the village for the sacred grounds, Gino would recite it everyday.
Every single day.
To everyone he met.
Most often, he would recite it to his best friend, Barnabi the Brushbaby. Quite often, however, his little sister Beatrice, whom he called Beani, would be forced to listen to it as well. For Gino, reciting the ballad was like sharing the sunshine with those he cared for.
For Beani, it was annoying.
“I don’t like that story” said Beatrice.
Gino was hurt.
“Well I don’t like you, Beani,” said Gino, “now leave me alone!”
“But I wanna play with you and Barnabi,” said Beani.
“No,” said Gino, “Go home, Beani!”
Beani started to cry and ran away.
“Don’t you think you were being a little hard on her?” said Barnabi.
“I don’t care. She’s always annoying me,” said Gino.
“I still don’t think you were being very nice,” said Barnabi.
After playing with Barnabi, Gino returned home for lunch. Grandma was waiting with a fresh baked tart.
“Isn’t your sister with you?” said Grandma.
“I told her to go home,” said Gino.
“You really should be nicer to her,” said Grandma, “she really looks up to you.”
“I wish she would just leave me alone,” said Gino.
The hours were passing by after lunch, and Beani still hadn’t returned home. Grandma was starting to worry, and Gino was feeling guilty.
“What are you doing, Gino?” said Barnabi.
Gino was seated on the front step outside his house. “I felt bad for what I said to Beani earlier, so I thought I would wait here and apologize when she came back.”
“Petey Pugzo told me he saw her heading into the woods,” said Barnabi, “out by the Southern Gate.”
“But, Beani isn’t allowed in the woods by herself” said Gino.
“Do you think we should go find her?” asked Barnabi.
“Yes,” said Gino.