A long time ago, in a room a lot like this one, an adventure began. Ben didn't know it was an adventure, most adventures start without much fanfare, but that evening was the beginning. If Ben had known it, he would have prepared better, but what can you do? Living your life on your toes is no way to live. Not all the time, anyway. It's very tiring.
Ben was, as a matter of fact, the opposite of prepared. He hadn't showered, he had fought with his younger brother, and he didn't come down to dinner when called, so he was hungry. Ben thought he had lost his house key, which he kept on a blue lanyard, and he knew his father would be furious if he couldn't find it. Ben was tearing apart his room. In the initial flurry, he had covered the key and lanyard with a dirty t-shirt and now, in his frustration, he kicked the dirty shirt, including key, under his bed.
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