Benjamin Twist’s Great African Adventure part one.

Benjamin Twist turned the old brass key and locked the front door on his famous sweet shop called  “Sweet Delights”  Benjamin loaded up his old black bicycle with sweets of all shapes and sizes to deliver.  The wicker basket on the front of his bike groaned under the weight of so many delicious sweets.

Ben walked his bike down the high street of  “Sleepy Thicket” his home town, which nestled in deepest Kent. Mr Pearson the butcher called to Ben,

“Hey twister have you got my Strawberry gobstoppers?”

Ben smiled and wheeled his ancient bike over to the butchers shop, he spoke to Mr Pearson,

“Good morning Mr Pearson, you know my name is Ben or Benjamin why do you call me Twister?”

Mr Pearson smiled and replied,

“Everybody calls you Twister it’s a nick-name its all meant in fun Ben”

Ben rubbed his smooth chin and replied,

“Its just someone may think Twister refers to my business dealings? And you know how honest I am!”

Mr Pearson just smiled and his belly wobbled up and down in time with his laughter,

“Don’t you fret Ben we all know you in this village, and your sweets are the best in all of Britain if you ask me”

With that compliment Ben undid the straps on his wicker basket and pulled out a white paper bag containing Mr Pearson’s Strawberry Gobstoppers, the bag was heavy under the weight of 21 delicious sugary hard boiled sweets,

“I’ll put these on your bill unless you have some juicy pork chops in trade?”

Mr Pearson disappeared into his dark shop and came back with a parcel all wrapped in newspaper,

“Here you are Twister, err I mean Ben, four of the juiciest Pork chops this high street has ever seen young man”

Ben packed the chops neatly behind the saddle in a dark cool canvas bag. Ben continued on his daily deliverys in Sleepy Thicket.  At the Post Office Ben put the stand down on the old black bike and pulled two white bags from the front of his bike.  Ben walked into the shop and stood quietly at the back of the room,