Ginger was in the küche looking in the icebox for a snack. But all that was in the icebox were leftovers. Ginger HATES leftovers. "Ew." Ginger sagte in disgust. She closed the door of the icebox quikly as Benson walked in the kitchen. "Hey, Ginger!" Ginger looked down. There was a small puddle of water on the floor. "Uh, Benson, watch your-" Benson slipped on the little puddle and fell hard on the floor. "HA!!!" Ginger laughed. She quikly covered her mouth to stop the rest of her laugh from coming out. "Uh... Are Du okay, Benson?" Ginger asked looking down at Benson. "I don't know. But I can't get up!" Benson sagte trying to get up from of the ground. Ginger helped Benson up. "Can Du stand Von yourself?" Ginger asked. Benson tried to walk Von himself, but he almost tripped trying. "Oww... My back. It's like, locked oder something." Benson said. "Hold still." Ginger said. She punched Benson's back. "OW! WHAT THE?! WHY DID YOU-... Hey! I'm better! Thanks Ginger! How did Du know how to-" Benson looked up at Ginger. Ginger had a scared look on her face. "Ginger? What's wrong?" Ginger didn't respond. "What's wrong, Ginger? Why do Du look so scared? Did Du think that Du hurt me?" Ginger nodded her head no. "Was it because I yelled at you?" Ginger nodded her head yes. Benson gasped. "Oh. Really? Well I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, okay?" Ginger smiled. Benson hugged her. Ginger started to think to herself. 'Benson knows my secret. I can't be yelled at. But soon, Benson will ask for the reason. should I tell him the truth?... Yes. I will tell him tomorrow. If I don't tell anyone and someone yells at me... Disaster will strike, and it will kill us all.' Benson kissed the oben, nach oben of Ginger's head. "Come on! It's time to go to work!" Benson sagte smiling.
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