Lets go for a plain text thing. Released purely by myself for the hell of it
because I have *NOTHING* better to do with my time.


                   Blender #27: Oranges - Singing - Hawaii


Once  upon  a  time  in  a far away mystical land and that land was populated
entirely  by  a race of Oranges.  They loved their land and everything within
it but after a few years they became bored with a life and sun, sea and sand.
It  was hard on them, their skins got redder and redder until they approached
the  colour of their lifelong enemies on the next island - the cherries.  The
elders  of  the  Orange  Council  had  a  discussion  and decided that it was
impossible  to  continue  in  these conditions, they were losing their fruity
identity!   A  decision was made to move abroad to a less harsh climate in an
attempt to return to their original colour.


                            The Flight Of The ...
   ._________.___________________._________.________ .______    __________
   |.        |.  __ ___/.  __    |.   _    |.  ____/_|.  __ \_ /.   _____/
   |    |    | \\\_    | \\\_    |    |    | \\\_    | \\\___/_\______   |
   |    |    |    |    |    |    |    |    |    |    |         |     |   |
   |:   |    |:   |    |:   |    |:   |    |:   |    |:        |:    :   |
   |::  |    |::  |    |::  |    |::  |    |::       |::       |::       |
tGø|:::.     |:::.|    |:::.|    |:::.|    |:::.     |:::.     |:::.     |SRL
   `---------`----|____|----|____|----|____|---------`---------`---------'

                          ... To A Brave New World


The  Council was unable to decide as to how to raise the money to move abroad
into  a  climate  more suited to their skins.  The infamous Orange Barbershop
Quartet  (also known as Gladys Knight and the Piths) put forward a suggestion
-  how  about  holding  a concert for fruits from the neighbouring islands to
raise  the money?  The idea was snapped up at once and with that, the Council
started  moving  the  wheels of entertainment in a bid to escape their prison
island.


                            The Flight Of The ...
      __________  ___  ._________.________      _  ._________.________
     /.   _____/_(___)_|.   _    |.  ____/_.___//__|.   _    |.  ____/_.
     \______   |       |    |    | \\\_    |   //  |    |    | \\\_    |
     |     |   |       |    |    |    |    |       |    |    |    |    |
     |:    :   |:      |:   |    |:   |    |:      |:   |    |:   |    |
     |::       |::     |::  |    |::       |::     |::  |    |::       |
  tGø|:::.     |:::.   |:::.|    |:::.     |:::.   |:::.|    |:::.     |SRL
     `---------`-------`----|____|---------`-------`----|____|---------'

                      ... Oranges To A Brave New World


Melons,  pineapples,  coconuts,  grapes,  elderberries  and  even  the  hated
cherries  came  to  the  Barbershop Quartet concert.  The little Oranges sang
their  hearts  out until they ran outta juice (okay corny but what the hell).
Everyone  was  on their feet applauding such a brilliant performance.  It was
incredible.   After  the concert, the Orange Council sat down and counted the
proceeds.   They  couldn't  believe their luck.  There was so much money that
every single Orange on the island could afford to fly economy class (hey they
didn't  earn  that  much)  to  a new island of their choice.  Once again, the
Council  was  unable  to make a unanimous decision.  Gladys Knight stepped in
and  suggested  a tropical island where the temperature was high but wouldn't
blemish them any further. "How about ...

          .____:    ._________.    _____._________.  ___     ___
          |.  _|    |.  __    |____\    |.  __    |_(___)_._(___)_.
          | \\\_    | \\\_    |    /\   | \\\_    |       |       |
          |    |    |    |    | ///  \  |    |    |       |       |
          |:   |    |:   |    |:        |:   |    |:      |:      |
          |::  |    |::  |    |::       |::  |    |::     |::     |
       tGø|:::.|    |:::.|    |:::.     |:::.|    |:::.   |:::.   |SRL
          `----:    |----|____|---------`----|____|-------`-------'

as our new home?" she cried. The Council put the suggestion to all the
Oranges of the island, and with shouts of glee they all agreed. And with
that, everyone packed their skins and jumped on the plane to a new home and a
new life.


All  fruits  depicted  in  this story are ficticious, it is not intended as a
rousing text to inspire your fruit cupboard to rise in rebellion against your
harsh  tyranny.  All Oranges and members of the Piths and the Council are now
living in Hawaii under assumed names and completely new identities.


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