Here’s another Dottiedie story

Hi, I’m Dottiedie, and I liked purple, except one day a grape changed my opinion on that matter. You see, I happened to be strolling along the sidewalk when a purple grape came along. It said hi to me, and I said hi back to it. It kept right along, and I kept right along. But after a couple of minutes, a green grape came along all dressed in blue, green, and black. Yuk! It looked like a bruise that detached itself from someone’s leg and started walking around. I’m getting off the subject.

It strolled up to me and said, “Hey you!”

I whirled around and face to face with that yucky thing. “May I help you on this fine, lovely, beautiful, sunshiny, not cloudy, warm, peaceful, blue, happy, clear, perfect day?”

“Yes you can,” he said. “Come with me.”

“Why should I come with you?”

“I need to have a talk with you,” he said.

“You are having a talk with me,” I told him.

“Oh, all right. We’ll stay here.”

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he said.”

Just then the little purple grape that said hi to me popped out from behind him. He pointed a puny finger at me. I pointed a puny finger right back at him. The bruisy grape said that the purple grape accused me of destroying his secretive personality.

I asked, “Why?”

“Because you copied what he said and did, and he didn’t like that. That destroyed his secretive personality.”

“Oh.”

“So you have to say sorry to him. Right now.”

“Sorry to him right now,” I said to the puny purple grape.

“No! Say ‘I’m sorry,’” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

Then the purple grape started to cry purple grape juice. It looked too good to go to waste, so I drank it when he cried it. Yucky! When I got the disgusting taste out of my mouth, I talked to the green grape.

“Guess it was a sour grape.”

The end.

By Dottiedie