Benjamin was running a few errands for his family. Could use a little going out he supposed, so instead of mother going around places it was Benjamin. She wasn’t as well as she could be and Ben was always careful with his mother which was always odd to see…it looking like a bear escorting a hobbit. Except them both being a bit more attractive than those comparisons. Not that he would ever think of his mother as such, his mind always got a little fuzzy with how exactly he was created. Some assumptions were made and when he did learn about the birds and bees, he always considered that his parents were an exception and he was born out of some very large egg. Don’t bother telling him otherwise. Or rather those said people always ended up with mouth’s full of hay if they tried. Like that poor Ben Carriage. Who knew you could be allergic and yet still stand to be a farmer’s son. Oh well, time for errands.<br/><br/>His list was mostly in pictures, his mother being illiterate and his father having very sloppy handwriting. Apparently he was to buy a pig at the meat shop but that would have to be last, the smell would linger and the pork wouldn’t last too long with the sun. Already he had gone to buy seeds and was now to buy some things at the local bakery. He had been there a couple of times but on most occasions he was right out the door with little opportunities for conversation. Perhaps today would be different…perhaps not.<br/><br/>With a sack hanging on his shoulder, Benjamin opened the door of Corner Sweets and went immediately to the counter. Not saying anything, he hoped he would be noticed rather than having to speak up.<br/><br/>