Ginger was in the kitchen looking in the icebox for a snack. But all that was in the icebox were leftovers. Ginger HATES leftovers. "Ew." Ginger said 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 you okay, Benson?" Ginger asked looking down at Benson. "I don't know. But I can't get up!" Benson said trying to get up from of the ground. Ginger helped Benson up. "Can you stand by yourself?" Ginger asked. Benson tried to walk by himself, but he almost tripped trying. "Oww... My back. It's like, locked or 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 you 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 you look so scared? Did you think that you 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 top of Ginger's head. "Come on! It's time to go to work!" Benson said smiling.
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