cry
whither thou goest, friend....may thee fare well 'pon thy journey and hearken thy heart of memories most fond
tears shall be shed though not always bitter, may they be sweet as mead...and when the passing of time hast past thee thrice, look thee back upon us who hath shared with thee mirth and madness
and when thou hath done so...may thee smile a gentle and knowing smile....a fond farewell go with thee...alas
And so another jelly bean fell from the hand of the One. The hand that once held so many delightfuly flavoured fat sugary beans of goodness...and left the hand of the one nearly empty and barren. The hand of the One, lifted his hands...a little too high, and too fast, for he thought there were many more jelly beans in his hand than there acctually were, and the jelly beans sprang from his hand up into the air and flew all over the globe...