[Brucely]

There once was an orange that grew on an apple tree. All the apples made fun of its colour and thick skin. The orange was saddened.

One day a young apple tried to make friends with the orange, only to be scolded by her peers.

The day came when the apples were picked. One by one they left the tree. The apple picker looked at the orange, confused, he left the orange alone.

The orange was all alone. He could now live without ridicule and judgment. While all the apples were together in some god forsaken apple pie, the orange was free to be what he wanted to be.

From that day forward, the orange named himself, Apple.