Emerald and the orange

Emerald looks at the orange, turning it around in his paws. “How the heck do I open this thing?” Emerald paused, waiting for an answer. “Right, I’m alone.” Emerald sniffs the orange, his frown noticeably fading. “Well, it smells noice!” And just like that- but before the narrator could finish, Emerald bites the orange, peel and all. “ACK” Emerald spits out the peel. “WT HECK!?” Emerald shrieks at the piece of chewed peel. “Why would somebody buy that!?” Emerald gets a glass of water and rinses his mouth. “That!” He points to the orange peel, “Was gross!” He sits down.

MEANWHILE

A random pony walks by a treehouse with no ladder and a sign that said ‘EMERALD’s HOUSE’. She look up at the window that was too high to see through. Suddenly, a small orange thing flies through the window, nearly hitting the poor mare in the face.

“What the...” they say to themself. She looks at the small wet orange thing and backs up in realization that this ‘Emerald’ just had an orange for the first time. The mare kicks some dirt onto the orange peel chunk and walks away.

BACK IN THE TREEHOUSE

Emerald knew they screwed up, but they didn’t say anything, after they threw the orange peel chunk out the window. He then realized, that he was supposed to PEEL the stupid thing.