Fryaway Dream: Part 1
Once, not a very long time ago, in the village of Varth, there lived several vegetables. There happened to live a very lonely onion called Orgy, who had no friends because he would make everyone around him cry, which made him sad so he would start crying as well. So loud and so shrill was his voice, that his cry would still keep ringing in the vegetables' ears long after he had stopped. Now, Varth also had a certain chilli named Charlie, who liked to think that he was a hero because he happened to be oh-so-hot. So, Charlie went about the village wearing his black sunglasses all the time, and his eyebrows curled into a frown like the hero peppers of a long, long time ago, in a galaxy land far, far away. So determined was Charlie to become Varth's rootthrob, and so proud was he, of his own characteristic hotness, that he would make turgid his flaccid chest whenever a lady vegetable would pass by and become a swollen chilli. The lady vegetables giggled when Charlie didn't and Charlie thought that it was because they were so impressed by how big and hot he was. Charlie often did that.
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| "How you doin'?" Charlie the Chilli would say. |
Charlie's cousin brothers were Rosandra, the red capsicum, and Yosandra, the yellow capsicum. They were much like him: proud and vain of the colour of their stems. Thus they, proud and vain, treated their half-brother, Cindesandra, cruelly. Cindesandra happened to be green, but it was not of envy. Lace, was a Lady finger and also Charile's lover. Now, much like Charlie's other relations, Lace too, happened to be very proud and haughty. Like Charlie, her eyebrows were curled into a frown that she had all the time. She put great efforts into making them appear delicate and lady like but it made her face resemble that of a constipated person who ate a very rotten vegetable, the night before. Lace read the Vague magazine since she was 12, and used it to polish her fashion sense the way she polished her nails: all the time. She carefully arranged each of her photo sessions, and managed to pout her lips like a grasshopper in every photo, just like her favorite models from the Vague covers.
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| "Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the freshest of them all?" |
Now, Lace had a secret admirer in Penji, the potato. He was a shy, young potato with big, tennis ball eyes that had the innocence of a school boy. Penji also had a scar on the left side of his face. It was a very sad story: the farmer had hit him with his spade when he was young and lived under the earth. Ashamed of his scar and his round, spotted body, he would dream of being the elegant French fry with its smooth and oily skin and win over his love, Lace. So, he would quietly watch Lace, from his bedroom, sighing and pining and praying, hoping to win over his lady love.
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| "I'm ugly!" cried Penji the Potato. |
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