[For easier reading, engage both the aA and Pilcrow (¶) symbols at the top right of the story.]
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jock who lived with his mother on a beanfarm, where they grew all sorts of beans except the broad ones. The farm was leased from the local king, for whom Jock's father had worked for many years until he died unexpectedly at the age of forty-one, after an accident involving a bicycle, a bucket and a bayonet
but that's not really important.
Jock had always wanted to be friends with the king's son, but although the prince thought Jock was quite spiffy, his father was really stuck up and wouldn't hear of the two boys playing together, so that was that.
One day in late summer, after their crop had ripened under a warm, cloudless sky, Jock's mother sent him out to harvest the beans and take them into town, to market. Jock being a handsome, well-set young man nearly two metres tall and built like a bulldozer, found the reaping easy and in no time