Ben's eyes sparkled with delight as he bent down and picked up a peculiar marble, lifting it to the sun to inspect. It shone brilliantly. He tucked it into his pocket, already thinking about the pretty penny he might earn if he sold the marble, when he spotted another.
His lucky day!
Effortlessly, he slid over to the bush, bending down and plucking the sphere into his hand. A blue-pinkish one. He made to tuck it away with the other, when a distant cry of, "STOP THAT YOU HORRIBLE THIEF!" startled him into inaction. The murmurs as village folk turned to look at him, whispering about his ears, did not escape Ben. He turned in the direction of the shout and spotted two identical girls sprinting over to him before they tackled him into the ground.
"Those are our marbles!" one shouted, clinging to one of his arms.
"Yeah, why are you trying to take our marbles?" the second girl pouted, clinging to his other.
Ben groaned, sitting up and shaking his limbs out, as if that would get them to let go. It didn't. "Do the marbles have your names on them?" he asked, snorting when they shook their heads. "Were you holding them when I grabbed them?" Another meek shake of the head. "Then they're not yours."
Apparently, the kiddos didn't like that conclusion, because they started sobbing and calling him all sorts of horrible names. "It's not our fault! Those are our marbles, we just lost them!" they cried simultaneously, their grips quickly tightening on him.
Yeah, they certainly had lost their marbles.
Ben smirked at them. "Finders keepers," he pinned them with a contemplating look, "losers weepers." Common knowledge in his world, probably common knowledge in theirs.
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