The Aduki Bean Tango
I was the only kidney bean left in the salad, despondent because my family had all been eaten. Just as I was considering throwing myself into a pool of mayonnaise and ending it all, an aduki bean slid over and said, "Wanna dance?"
What could I say? It would be embarrassing to dance with something so small. Yet something seduced me, I don't know if it was the music or the vinaigrette, but for some reason, I said, "Yes."
Everyone joined in, singing and dancing. The chutney did a cha-cha, lettuce leaves showed off their line-dance, and a pair of tomato slices taught us all to tango. I wished my relatives could have survived to see me, tangoing like the best of them. But it was too good to last. The diners wanted more salad and gobbled us up, chomping and grinning with oily lips.
They say you are what you eat, and the guests were certainly cheered when the happy salad dancers slipped down their gullets. As I was munched between molars, I felt my eater relax and heard her say to a guest, "Would you like to dance?"
Just at that moment I got squashed against my little aduki and together we slipped into the depths of gurgling digestive juices.
A short life, but at least I learnt to overcome my prejudice against tiny beans, and feel love in the belly of an orgasmic eater.
23 March 2013
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