lemon Blog and Journals

Once upon a midnight dreary, a little girl was left home alone. She was ever-so-bored and wanted to go out to play, but she couldn't. The key to her door was missing!

As she watched the other children outside her window, she began to imagine she was with them. She spun on the tire swing and hopped across the chalk-drawn hopscotch game. But she was still lonely.

Then, at just about 12, she heard a scratching at her window. It was a purple dinosaur. He had the key! But he was on the wrong side of the glass. However would she escape.

The purple dinosaur saw her dilemma. He hit his head against the glass as hard as he could, but it didn’t break. He died shortly after and the little girl was alone again. When she heard another scratching at her window, she was prepared. Or at least she thought she was.

It was a lemon. The lemon didn’t have her key. It was just lonely and wanted a friend. Being a lemon and therefore holding all the magical powers of the galaxy, it floated through her window. They became best friends and neither were ever lonely again.

The End