Crispy laughed nervously, things were not boding well, and he had to be very careful his bottle of wine wasn't broken. He held it tightly to his chest for protection. One of the old ladies saw it, "Ooh!" she said, and her falsies fell to the floor in excitement. She attempted to steal his bottle of wine!! This was too much for Crispy to take, but how could he win? Then he remembered!! The yoghurt!! He had put it in the folds of his tutu. He grabbed it and held it high in the air, triumphantly. The sight of the yoghurt did nothing to deter the old lady's determination to get the wine. In the meantime, the other ladies were still pounding him with their handbags. Crispy was getting pretty pissed off by it, so managed to flick the ring away. The other ladies chased after it like starving rabid dogs after a mouldy bone, or something.

He took this time to open the yoghurt and eat it. It was lovely. By the time he looked back the old ladies had the ring and were laughing like maniacs. "Theresh nothin you can do now, shonny. We have the ring and we shall cover all the land with demandsh for higher penshionsh... oh wait, too late."

Crispy didn't care, he was free, and the mystery fruit known! It was pomegranate. He laughed slightly as he scampered off down the road, lifting his knees up high as his personal trainer had recommended. He then remembered that his personal trainer had died from over-stretching. This was medical history, as nobody had previously died fronm over-stretching, although it certainly felt like it at times. Crispy ran as far as he could until he reached the shop again. The police were gone so he returned to his favourite activity of 'Guess the Fruit'.

He panted slowly up to the yoghurt section. He would have laughed slightly if he was paying attention, which he wasn't of course. The man at the counter was on the phone again. "Yes officer, he's back... no, we're out of double-dipped chocolate frosted ones, sir..."

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