That night, lightning split the moon in two. Pebble buried the bean under his windowsill, where the dirt tasted of old secrets. By morning, a vine had torn through his floorboards, coiled up the chimney, and pierced a cloud. The sky bled green sap.
And somewhere, in a cartoon drawing board, an eraser hovered. gtstoons seed of the beanstalk
The director — a frog in a beret — sighed. “Great take, Pebble. But let’s lose the existential dread this time. Kids’ show, remember?” That night, lightning split the moon in two