My 7-year-old brother and I were taking care of the morning's batch of green beans. He was washing, and I was stringing. At first work went normal.
He rubbed the beans and placed them into the bowl for me to string.
Then things got interesting. I think the beans first started missing the bowl and landing into the sink.
Then they were on the sink.
Soon he was laughing, and soon almost every bean was jumping. I kept insisting they were not Mexican Jumping beans, but he only laughed and the beans kept jumping.
Most made it into the bowl. A few landed in the dishes still unloaded. One even landed in the potato bag!
Afterwards, as we sat down to eat lunch, I doodled a bean on the back of junk mail.
My brother liked it, so I later added some color:
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Jumping bean cousin ready for mischief
(We won't mention the time I talked my siblings into throwing the washing into the tree rather than on the clothes line)
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