FRUIT VILLE PART-2

 HELLO!

Sorry for leaving a cliffhanger the day before. I like picking up a wave of suspense before I finish stories. Before jumping back into the world of food-named characters, let's give you a small recap, in case you forgot the earlier story. And if you haven't read Part 1, what you doin'? Go read it right now folks! Our story occurred in Terra Ciberia, Fruit Ville, where everyone is named after fruits. The Bananas are well-known around the place and their children loved playing pranks on the cranky old weasel next door, Mrs Cranberry. But one day, while the two older kids Brian and Beatrice are away, Bexley gets caught by Mrs Cranberry, and she does something to him. Anyway, where was I? Right, Sara and Beatrice went to the Fruit Orchards. 

"Been a while, hasn't it?" said Sara as they walked the dirt road towards the orchards, "Way too long in my opinion. Too bad Bex couldn't come. You reckon something bad has happened to him?"

"I dunno," said Beatrice, shaking her head, "I just can't guess who would wanna hurt little Bexley. Fruit Ville hasn't been known for its crimes. This place is as boring as the opera my Swedish Granny listens to!"

"It certainly would've been without you guys, hey, d'you think that grumpy old lady next door could've done somethin'?"

"Mrs Cranberry? No. Yes, she is sometimes cranky and mean, but why would she want to hurt a six-year-old? Besides, we already asked her. She said she knew nothing."

"Yeah, well why would a kidnapper admit their crime," said Sara, "We could ask Reeta about it. She is good at finding out stuff. But anyway, we reached!"

Beatrice looked and smiled as she saw the acres of fruits and berries stretched before her, going on until the horizon. "Comin'?" asked Sara, already making her way through.

First the strawberry fields, as per tradition, "Ooh, it is going to be just like old-" Sara stopped mid-sentence. She looked around the bushes with barely any fruit hanging bare in the sunlight. "Where did all the strawberries go?"

"I know as much as you do, "said Beatrice, cluelessly. "Well, maybe somebody else took the whole lot of 'em, greedy brats."

"Or maybe Farmer Frank already harvested," said Sara disappointed. "Yeah, maybe," said Beatrice. 

"C'mon, let's go to the blueberry fields then," said Sara. The kids walked to the blueberry fields, discussing the near-empty strawberry ones. "Ah, shucks!" exclaimed Beatrice, "These are even worse!"

And before them stretched out a bare field of blueberries. And sitting in the midst of them was a boy. He had jet-black hair and was wearing a dirty blue cardigan. He turned to look at the girls, "Oh, hey."

"Hey Brody, wassup?" said Sara.

"Nothing really, somebody took almost all the blueberries, they're my favourite. Not only because they are my family namesake."

Brody Blueberry was a moody boy, a bit older than the girls and a close friend of Brian's. Though they are poles apart. "Facing the same luck, huh, I'm gonna kill the blood git who ate all of the berries."

"Should we take a try on the bananas?" asked Beatrice. The other two shrugged. They walked through the banana fields, which were in better condition than the rest of the orchards. That was when they spotted a small muddy figure amid the bananas. "Bexley!" yelled Beatrice, dropping her basket and running to hug her little brother, "W-what are you doing here!"

"Oh," said Bexley wriggling out of her sister's hug, "Mrs Cranberry pushed me off a cliff (Cue dramatic Gasp) but no worries, it wasn't very high. Actually, it was a shortcut to berry wonderland. I had no idea whether I just died and landed in fruit heaven, but I pinched myself, and yup, not dead. I walked around, eating all the berries to keep my hunger down but when I got here, I kinda sprained my ankle."

There was an outburst of chatter from the children, "You ate my blueberries!"

"I knew it was Cranberry! Didn't I tell you, Bea?"

"I am so glad you're okay!"

The children made it as fast as they could back to the Banana house (It was hard because of Bexley's sprain) and narrated the whole story to their parents. "Mrs Cranberry did this! She pushed my baby off a cliff! Wait till I givver-!"

Mrs Cranberry ended up behind bars, but somehow the children keep on finding a way into her prison and exchange her glasses with Banana ones! And when I got a phone call from Bea yelling with excitement about the whole ordeal with Bexley filling in bits and Brian complaining he wanted his phone back, I knew it would make the perfect post. 'Til the next story!

BYEEEE

N.M SIRIUS