Pre-Story Note: This story is not intended to make an impression of any Benjamin Campbell, Benjamin, or Campbell, alive or dead. This function is the same with other alive or dead people, companies, countries, etc. This story is completely fictional. Inspiration & credit from true history, and two books.
Once upon a time, in the early years, there lived a fat, short man named Benjamin Campbell, or Ben. Ben had thick blond hair and watery blue eyes. He never let anyone have more happiness and joy than him. Ben didn’t have a hut to live in, money to use, or food to eat. Instead, he would go from house to house, begging. He would explore villages to find out which one was the most generous. He declared that Village Trew was the nicest. Ben started a trading company named Benjbell and earned a lot of stolen money.
One day, Ben set up a sign. It read, “Benjbell Trading Company” in huge red letters. As usual, Ben got the loot. “Hey there, Ms. Whatsyourname! I’m really poor, you see, and I would appreciate if you’d trade or donate me something! Best if you have any ice cream sundaes with hot fudge and a cherry!” The woman Ben addressed turned around, stunned, and looked at Ben in the eyes.
The woman climbed up the hill, and asked Ben, “Why do you need a hot fudge sundae with a cherry?”
“Because I deserve it.”
“What have you done to deserve it?”
“I have $4729!”
“Then why did you say that you were poor?”
Ben had lost the debate. He mumbled, “I want…I love…I must have…Go away…” Then Ben became self-conscious. He bowed, and said, “I am sorry, how about a date? Need a date? What’s your name?”
“I don’t need to date you, thank you. My name is Hannah Ellis, and not Ms. Whatsyourname,” the woman replied coldly. She strode off.
Ben started to lose more luck. The same happened with other people. Ben skipped his early morning, late morning, noon, afternoon, and evening snack. – 6 hot fudge sundaes, 7 batches of crackers, 1 cylinder of cheddar, and a bunch of bananas. With trudging feet, Ben asked for a hearty dinner at huts, but everybody refused. “Ever since your unpleasant arrival, I gave you ten credits, ” One family said angrily, “And you messed up my life. You lost me my potatoes. You added mud to the floor. You squashed my roses. You broke my china. And you insulted me.” Ben expected a whole salmon, ten bowls of rice, 1 whole steak, and a whole wedding cake that evening, but ended up with a large bruise and a papercut.
Ever since, Benjamin Campbell learned his lesson. He sold onion that he grew. He earned a fair life and respect.
What you get, you must give in return.
– Anonymous
