Chapters 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.
Half an hour of peeling the orange and screeching when he gets the juice in his eyes, he finally manages to free the edible middle part from it’s leathery prison. He stares at the orange, leveling his eyes with his fruity nemesis. He gets back up, and picks up the now peeled orange. “Now, the taste test, did I waste my bit, or was all this trouble worth it?” He said to nobody, but he looks at the camera for a split second.
Emerald rolls it around in his paws and decides to bite it on the top. He nibbles the orange. “Mmm! I like oranges!” Emerald said gleefully. He takes a bigger bite of the orange. It seems his luck has returned, and I doubt he could screw- whoops. The orange squishes and sprays juice all over his face, but he shields his eyes with his paws. “Screw oranges!” Emerald has dropped the half eaten orange when he went to protect his eyes.
Suddenly, the camerachangeling who wasn’t there before lunges forwards and catches the dang fruit.
“Umm... Emerald? I think you dropped something.” The changeling hoofs the sticky half orange back to its owner.
“ID, you shouldn’t be here, much less record me fail at eating an orange!” Emerald gave pale blue and white changeling a sour look, but she only shrugged, something an equine species shouldn’t be able to do. “Might as well finish my orange.” Emerald mumbled to himself. He bites the rest of the orange out of existence, but then he looks back at the camera. “Well?” He said impatiently. “Aren’t you gonna leave?”
The changeling known as ‘ID’ put a hoof over her mouth and snickered. She gestures at his sticky fur, and holds out a thing of wipes that wasn’t there before. Emerald facepaws and takes a wipe to his sticky green, blue, and white coat. It wasn’t long until he finally got all the sticky out of his fur. He then looked at the other eleven oranges that were left on his table. “Umm... heck.” Emerald did a facepaw and he picked up one of the oranges. Suddenly, he did something unexpected. ID drops the camera as an orange hits her in the face.
Author's Note
Nopony could stop him from spending his bits on an orange. One orange! ONE!!! The ponies at the orange stand were confused because he wanted to buy just a SINGLE orange, and the oranges were a dozen per bit! So, the equestrian currency is made of gold, so he could spend a single bit on a dozen oranges. Not a bad deal, if you ask him. Gold should be expensive, because that’s what bits are made of. Unfortunately, bits are the only currency, aside from gems, and he wasn’t gonna waste his gems on a strange fruit that he has never tried before.
Emerald flew to the door on his house. Having wings is very important, if you live in a treehouse and there are no ladders. No ladders are very useful if you don’t want creepy creature collectors stealing your fur for creepy creature scavenger hunts and conspiracy photos or something. He walked to the table in the corner near a window and plopped the oranges down.
“Ok, how exactly do you eat these?”
TO BE CONTINUED—
Author's Note
Emerald looks at the bitten orange that was sitting on his table. He pokes at it, then picks it up. Just an orange. He picks at the spot where there was peel missing. “I really screwed up bad, didn’t I?” He squeezes the peel as he pulls it away but then...
OUTSIDE THE TREEHOUSE (again)
The mare from the last chapter, with reinforcements, came to the original spot where she saw the flying peel.
“So I like totally sawr a flying peel go outtah that tree house window. It nearly hit me!” The first mare raved. “I sawr it ovah there” the mare pointed at the window and lo and behold, there was a blood-curdling cry of pain and rage! The second mare looked at the first in what looked like sheer terror.
“Ummm... did that happen last time?” The first mare shakes their head. The two mares look at the window and back at each other. They decide to run.
BACK IN THE TREEHOUSE
Emerald holds his paw over his eye. The stupid orange peel juice is a SAFETY HAZARD!!! Emerald glares at the orange in his other paw. He considers throwing it out the window, but nah. Emerald will not give up. He will eat the orange. He will not back down from the challenge. He is determined to win!!! But then he realized he is too hyped for this.
Does he like oranges though?