Magic Beans

Before grandma went to sleep and snored softly as a baby sheep, I had a grand wish to become a prince and marry in a castle a beautiful princess, but to make it come true I need some magic beans to make my idea dash, and accomplish that foolish thing; then a sudden thought too brash made me do something a good child wouldn't do: I took those red and green magic beans that she always kept in her neat dress chest! When I tried to open it noiselessly, I realized that I needed a key, so as a slick thief, I looked for it.... and searching her leather purse, I found it: there they were giving off a powerful shine tempting me with their powerful allure; and with avid hands short of divine, I snatched them from that stylish couture! As I looked back, grandma shouted, " Hold it, hold it...little scoundrel! I heard your light footsteps approaching my bed and saw your quick fingers fumbling my purse! " " You thought I was sleeping...didn't you? " And ready to strike me with a pillow she continued, " Magic beans are not made for children who want more than they wish for..they could be a curse! " Entered in Poet Destroyer's contest, " Magic beans " written by Andrew Crisci on January 17, 2015