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CHAPTER 2

THE BEAN FARMER

rrummpf! Pruumpf! Paarruuumpf!!”

Soulful toots rumbled across the neat, steamy rows of bean plants. Taking a break from tooting, Hobgoblin propped his foot up on the short, rickety fence that surrounded his mud hut. He watched the sun melt into the horizon as sweat trickled down his loaf-shaped forehead.

It was the end of another hard workday on the bean farm. Hobgoblin, with kind, buttony eyes and a green cloud of stench billowing around him, was