Moko flew back to Bean Lady and perched on her pointy flagpole arm. Waiting for Moko, speared on the tip was a lump of flesh, resembling what may have been a human arm or leg. Despite the fact that Moko was a small colourful little bird, and that her diet probably did not consist of human flesh she hopped towards the soggy mass and began to pick away at it happily, chirping between bites of meat.
"Cheep cheep cheep."
Bean Lady smiled, her mouth that was drawn on with a marker twisted into a bizarre grin. Moko was a good friend of bean Lady's, but served a purpose aside from keeping her company. Moko served as her eyes and ears on that special day. She would fly around, watching who did and didn't consume their beans and report back to the bean Lady, directing her to her next victim. The last hunt was a success, and both Moko and the Bean Lady were rewarded by a hot screaming meal.
Her vagina still had chunks of meat stuck between it's teeth from the last meal. She was a young girl from a small nearbuy village, and a picky eater. Despite her mother's warnings, she refused to eat her bean soup because she thought it was "icky."That girl was only the first one, Bean Lady had a long way to go.
She was on her way. Maybe she would find something.