Meeting Benscar

He is a Benscar, a burly, beastly, bellowing, befitting ugly bug troll. This was said by my older cousin who fibs, his name is mean mole. I do not believe you, I said, because I was aware cousin Ruth. I think for once in his life, Grandma said “He might be telling the truth”. We all tromped down to the river to meet this troll named Benscar. He was taking the carburetor out of grandpa’s 1972 red and white car. What are you doing? Grandma asked, “To Leroy’s Four Four Two?” I thought I would clean it up and give it as a gift to the two of you. Not so mean I told Mole, who looked sheepish and sick. He had been hoping that his relatives would be a little more thick. Neither grandma, grandpa or I ever believed Mole after that. Neither did Benscar, who stayed around to play with our farm cat.