Writing for Beans

There were nine in the beginning.  Well, ten if you want to get technical, since one of them was actually two in one.  So really, I'm a fibber.  There still are nine.  But there's one less today than there were yesterday.  I could try to blame my son.  After all, he pulled one out.  Truth is, that one was dead before he set a finger on it.  It hadn't given up the ghost, not entirely, but I had doubts it would ever see better days.  There is a point of no return after all, and I, I am no miracle worker.  Well, okay, not in this realm I'm not.