Seems to me like Fanfiction's gone to shit again. So I may as well post a crappy story to fit in with it. Please enjoy my mind puke. I didn't really want to write this, it was forced. See the fish? ><> <>< ><> <>< ><> <>< The Kiwi And The Bananas The little kiwi lay on the floor, having fallen high from the tree. Its body was mostly a splattered mess all over the dirt, pulp dripping from the nearby tree trunk. Translucent green juice soaked into the ground, staining it a darker colour than usual. Perhaps you would like to know why the kiwi had fallen. Perhaps you wouldn't. If not, save yourself some time and stop reading now. This kiwi had not grown up among similar fruits. In fact, it had never even seen a kiwi tree. Instead, it had been an extremely odd genetic mutation in a banana tree. But it didn't know that. It didn't know what a kiwi was, only what a banana was. It saw itself as a banana. But there was a fairly obvious problem. It didn't look like a banana. Or smell like a banana, or feel like a banana. However, it saw itself as a banana, and did its best to fit in. It felt so claustrophobic among the other bananas, all tightly packed together in neat rows. And as they grew, they all stayed perfectly together. But the kiwi stuck out, unable to now fit in the gap provided for him. Whenever the wind blew, the bananas were fine with it. Their thick skin and thicker stems stopped them from taking any damage at all. But the soft flesh of the kiwi was of little protection to him, causing him to become battered and bruised. There was no sympathy from the other bananas. He was an outcast. At first, all of the bananas were green. But the kiwi was brown. Then, a miracle happened, and the kiwi began to turn green! It could finally fit in. But then all of the bananas turned yellow and the kiwi was an outcast again. Soon after this, the picking began. Humans would wander past and pluck a banana from the tree, often giving the kiwi an odd look. The bananas around the kiwi were never picked, causing them to dislike the kiwi even more for making them look bad. The fruit continued to be picked, and the kiwi continued to ripen. It ripened and ripened until it could not get any riper, but still it was not picked. This made the kiwi very sad. One day, there was a lot of wind. The bananas, as usual, were fine. But the kiwi, bigger than ever and dangling from its spindly stalk, was terrified. It swayed in the wind, slowly becoming looser. It swayed and swayed, until finally- It fell.
You're welcome I'm planning something with umbrellas. Also started a new year suicide piece several months ago. Might post it when I finish, even though it's now march...