Katie's Made-up Story

I am no poetry guru.  I took a creative writing class in high school, but those days are long gone, along with all of the poems and stories I wrote.  So, in order to write my Friday blog..... I am going to have to make something up!  

Once upon a time, there lived a very juicy little orange.  He did not remember the day he realized he was an orange, it just kind of... happened.  So out of nowhere, this sweet and tangy little fellow realized that he was sitting in a box at County Market in Hartford, Wisconsin.  (He did not realize he was in Hartford, but the location is important to the storyline, so bear with me).

Now, the juicy little orange really loved the fruit box he was sitting in.  It was a spacious box, with a deep chocolaty tinge to it, and a worker had cut off the lid of the box so that the oranges could be displayed properly.  This allowed the juicy little orange to see the other produce nearby, and this made the sweet little tangerine ridiculously giddy.

The fresh little citrus fellow made a lot of friends while he was sitting in his box.  To be completely honest, he couldn't not make friends- he was practically sitting on top of them!  All of the orange little squeakers were pretty darn nice to each other, considering they couldn't move and they didn't have names.  The only strange thing that happened to the oranges in the box was that occasionally one or two of them would disappear.

"That is strange," thought the squirty little orange.  "I have a feeling that the guy to the right was just here... "

This went on for a few days.  The juicy little orange would make some friends, and suddenly- out of nowhere- the friend would mysteriously disappear.  Now, the squirty little orange was getting quite frustrated, because he didn't know exactly what was going on or why his friends were leaving him.  And in a moment of despair, he turned to the old, brown, wrinkly orange on his left.

"Oh, dear friend," said squirty, "please do tell me where everyone is going!"

The old, brown, wrinkly orange slowly turned toward the young, fresh little orange.  "Well," he began, in a voice that sounded similar to a coastie-smoker, "They are off to paradise!  When you are a young, fresh and juicy orange, the customers like you and they take you to paradise!"  

The cute little squirty orange thought to himself, "Wow!  Paradise sounds wonderful!  I hope I get chosen next!"  And he sat there, and wished with all his might that he would be chosen to visit Paradise. And after the cute juicy little orange had been wishing for a long time, a customer picked him up and took him to Paradise.

What the cute, juicy little orange didn't realize, was that Paradise was actually the home of the Krill sisters.  They happily peeled the orange, exclaiming, "This is the BEST and JUICIEST orange in the world!  I have never tasted anything SWEETER than this... I feel like I am in PARADISE!"

Moral of the story #1:  Don't believe everything you hear.
Moral of the story #2: Be careful what you wish for.
Moral of the story #3: Cute little oranges are actually little people who want to go to Paradise.