On a planet far, far away there once was a little
baby boy named Charlie. Now don't get me wrong, he was a cute little
boy, but he had a small difference. He was what we call an alien.
Now I wish I could tell you this story: The aliens took over our world
and soon the army saved the world and the aliens and Charlie were never
How I wish I could write that, but I do not say nor ink a lie.
This story takes place in a not so interesting environment. A farmersí
market. In the farmersí market there was normal food and normal junk and
normal knickknacks. There was never any excitement. "New bottled water,"
said the manager. That was about all the excitement for the shoppers as
the lines piled up.
But there was about one person not listening. His name was Max-Ernest.
He went to look at some small looking vegetables. They were smaller than
carrots and smaller than dust. That brings me to my next topic. The
vegetables were so small and so much money that nobody bought them. The
boy Max-Ernest bought one because he loved vegetables. He put it in a
jar and put it in the cabinet and went to bed. He lived across the
street from the farmersí market. That night a large bang came from the
kitchen then... well that did not really happen.
There was not a sound when the aliens arrived because they were small
and careful. They worked together to get the jar and they were off. When
they got back to their planet, they failed in many attempts to open the
jar. Charlie, the little alien baby, was so smart he invented the first
can opener and the whole planet gave Charlie the odd vegetable. They
called it the jelly bean. Soon the world found the can opener and jelly
bean recipes and blue prints. Till this day, people are cutting
themselves with can openers and getting sick because of jelly beans
(jelly beans are now what we call candy).