Title: Way to Go Ben		 Disclaimer: Alliance owns the
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permission.    Comments taken: TYKlys@hotmail.com   Title: Way to Go Ben,
part of the Glimpses of Ben Series Author: Lys Rated G No Pairings      
Martha walked out onto the porch of her cabin expecting to see Ben and his
Grandpa playing chess. Both Fraser males were not to be seen, nor was the
chess set in use. She stepped down the porch steps and looked around the
cabin clearing. Nothing in sight told her where to look.    She heard her
husband yelling, "Way to go Ben." The sound drifted to her across the
clearing from barn. Her curiosity was pricked, so she advanced across the
clearing to the barn. The sounds of her husband's voice drew her to the
back of the barn. Easing around the edge of the barn, she listened
intently.    "Ok, you're really getting the hang of this now, Ben."  
"Grandpa, what do I do next?" Ben's voice was filled with excitement and a
more than a little fear.   "Your foot wrapped around it tightly."   "Yes,
sir."   "OK. Hang on."	  Martha poked her head around the corner of the
barn and held her breath as she watched six and a half year old Ben
hanging on for dear life to a rope hung from the barns roof. He was about
7 feet up the rope, with one foot in a loop and the other leg wrapped
around the rope. His grandfather began swinging the rope as Ben held on
for all he was worth. At first Martha felt like rushing out and voicing a
hearty dislike of this venture. But she listened as she watched and was
surprised to see the stark white fear on Ben's face begin to turn into
sheer delight.	  The rope swung back and forth, a little higher with each
swing. Ben's first cries were for his grandpa to stop the rope. But as he
was swung through the air a third time, Ben held his breath and closed his
eyes to see his world spinning around him in a profusion of myriad colors
and sounds. He quickly changed his pleas for his grandpa to stop to pleas
to go faster and higher. By the time he was begging for more, Martha
turned and left the barn area with a smile on her face.   As she walked
across the open ground, she heard high-pitched trills of laughter coming
out of Ben. She sat on the porch and listened to the sound filling the
clearing and she cried.