Just passing time

I sat on a chair and ate some beans when suddenly they began to sing. They told me tales of their culture and a mighty history, songs of love and loss were recited, fabulous dances were performed. Flutes were played and guitars were strummed, everything was fabulous. Then I began to lament, I saw how wondrous these beans were and all that they had achieved. Generations of history had been eradicated, the tales they would sing in the future would be of loss, horror and death. I could not let that happen, no I would not let it! So I ate the rest of the beans.