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The Fanciest Orange

The fanciest orange never had any fun. He would say, "There's no time for fun, I must ripen in the sun." Then, one day, a dirty bruised apple rolled by. She was the most beautiful piece of fruit the fanciest orange had ever seen. Over time, miss apple and the fanciest orange realized that even though they looked very different on the outside, they were much the same on the inside. They fell in love. Then, one morning, some punk kid picked the fanciest orange and ate him declaring, "This is the sweetest (expletive) orange I've ever tasted!"

3 comments:

sam said...

HA! Had me going there, just when you think it's just a silly kids story, whap! Eat the orange.....:o)......

K├Ąthe said...

No, I'm very sorry, D, but your story is inaccurate. In this particular instance, they were not very much the same on the inside. No. They were different. And the differences stemmed from their genetic make-ups. I wish we lived in your little fairytale world, but we do not. Trying to compare miss apple and the fanciest orange is, frankly, like comparing apples and oranges. Now I'm not saying that punk kid was fruitist; I'm just saying -- hate comes in many colors.

(The satire explored in this commentary is fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only. The author limits her discussion to fruit and the hypothetical hate crimes committed against fruit. Any similarity to discussions regarding any other biological species living or dead is not intended. Any extension of the views expressed in this work to actual controversies, invariably fueled by fearful, ignorant bigots, should not be made.)

Denver Wagner said...

Hey, Who's story is this? Obviously they were different inside but they found that the small part that was the same was all that mattered. Now, a pear on the other hand...don't get me started.