Sometimes I like to play with green beans. OK, I like to play with a lot of things, but beans are especially fun. Often when Those Two bring home beans, they’ll throw me one and I’ll amuse myself for a while by batting it around on the floor, or stabbing it with a claw and tossing it into the air.
Well the other day Mama G was sitting on the sofa, snapping those pointy ends off a fresh batch of beans while I watched, and she tossed me a nice plump bean. But suddenly I had no interest in this game. Then she tossed me another. Nope, not going for that one either. She was puzzled.
Now I’m not sure what got into me, but I think it was because this all felt too easy. I didn’t want the beans that were handed to me. I wanted the other beans. You know, the ones that Those Two intended to eat.
Why is it that things that are not allowed just appear all that more enticing? I’m sure you humans can relate, since I’ve heard that your story started with forbidden fruit.
Who knows how I’ll react next time. Sometimes it’s just a state of bean.
Oxbow's World 
Dear Mr. Oxbow, even us humans have these episodes of “state of bean”. Sometime it is what is right in front of us; easily obtained without effort/ is passed by/disregarded or totally negated. A lot of times, the more meaningful and more effortful route is just around the corner, or just out of sight. It is really the chase us humans really want. So I can understand wholeheartedly that your heart wasn’t in it when the beans were proffered. It was the chase that was desired…
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