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How the Great Potatofields of Ben in the Wild lands came to be..

The skeleton regiment had been marching for days and nights for so long Ben can remember(Ben is bone in Swedish), though he had some problems with his memory.. It was a Warm day on the savanna, but he did not let the weather affect him.. though he was worried that he had not got any sunscreen on him.. he had remembered that he was ginger, or blond when alive.. They where marching to face a Dirandis army.. Dirandis, he rememberd something about that..

Ben was not like other skeletons, he looked quite rickety.. even for a skeleton. Dirty rags, rusty armor and he was missing his jawbone, collar bone and one of his feet. To not walk funny and be picked by the other skeletons he has replaced his missing foot with a piece of wood, it was worn out though. He also preferred spears instead of swords, because he could use the spear as a walking stick. Little did Ben know, skeletons were supposed to be mindless, nevertheless he had somewhat retained some of his older self but the memory was vague. He was just about average smart as alive, probably not as smart as dead for obvious reasons.

But he was still probably one of the smartest skeleton in the regiment; he thought he would be general by now if he only had been able to communicate his brightness with the commanding necromancer. Then he could have ordered everyone to go and he could have stayed at home, wherever that was. He could not remember.. But with no organs to speak with and no jawbone, he could not communicate this.. Somewhat he regrets not taking those sign languages back in school.. if he had gone to school.. he could not remember that either..

Ben had a friend, the skeleton to the right in his rank.. he had just met him, her.. it. He called him Bosse.. Bosse did not speak much but he was probably a good listener, that is if Ben could have talked. Ben looked up to Bosse. Bosse was fearless (and taller).. even those flying dragons that circulated the fields outside the forest a couple of days ago did not bother him.. No sir, Bosse stand firm, fearless. No thing or Nothing got under his skin.. Ben on the other hand, did not have a stomach for adventure. He was afraid every time there were enemies about.. he wanted none of this, he wanted to be a Potato farmer..

Suddenly the ranks of skeletons halted, Ben did not notice and walked right into the one in front of him, tript on his spear and fell to the left where no one stod. In his fall, his legs and left arm dislocated. Now lying in a pile of bones, his regiment started to walk again..Noo, he thought.. do not leave me like this.. but he could not speak. With his only good arm he grabbed what he could. He grabbed a plant, and pulled it as hard as his skeletal arms could just to try to get closer to his ranks again, suddenly the plant was pulled out of the ground..

He saw his ranks march away, longer and longer from him. He looked in his hand.. the plant he had torn out of the ground was a Potato.. Finally he had what he needed to start his farm.

Ben stayed behind and on that spot he started to plant his potatoes. That one potato became many potatoes, and many potatoes became a large potatofield. His skeleton regiment he never heard of no more, but he know that the Dirandis expanded through these lands. They leaved his farm alone, they had not seen him, they only saw a perfect “natural” potatofield.. They took his potatos some time. Potatos from the gods they said.. they left some other offerings as a thanks for the potatoes. So Ben did not mind, aslong as they did not take all potatoes.

To this day he is still there, planting his potatos in the savanna. Some say that he has even built a hut for himself… after all he was sensitive to the sun, he did not remember his former life still, but he was actually a Dirandis farmer..