There once was an orange. He was very happy, as oranges go. There was plenty. Plenty to go around. There were oranges here, and oranges there.
Then came a horse. The horse was hungry. He had come from the west, where things were very dry. He looked at the orange, and smelled it. The orange was fragrant, and looked juicy to eat, so he did, at least try.
The orange sprouted two arms and two legs, and began to fight back. The horse already had him in his mouth by this time, so the orange reached out and punched the horse in the nose. The horse yelped, and dropped the orange. The orange landed on his two feet, and ran as fast as he could, to get away from the horse.
As the orange ran, he started to get thirsty. He saw a bucket, and he figured that there could be water in it. The only problem was how to climb the bucket. The orange saw a rock. So he rolled the rock over to the bucket, then stood on the rock. He could just barely reach the top with his fingertips. So he grabbed ahold as best he could, then pulled himself up.
He dropped down into the bucket and then discovered another problem: the water was too deep, and he had nothing to stand on inside the bucket. Just as the orange was treading water, trying to figure out what he should do, along came the horse again for a drink. The horse looked into the bucket and saw the orange and the water. The orange cried out, “Please, mister horse, bend down your head for a drink. I will not hurt you.” So the horse bent down and began to drink.
Eventually, the horse drank plenty of water. So much so, that the water was shallow enough for the orange to stand on the bottom of the bucket without drowning. After the horse had finished, the orange gave a great push on the side of the bucket, and it fell over, dumping the orange out on to the ground.
From that day on, the orange and the horse became friends.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 