You walk over to the row of strange fruit-bearing trees, which seem to have fruits either orange, blue, or green. Some of it is shaking. You reach up to pluck a twitching orange fruit from the tree when it yells.
"Wat d'ya tink yer do-en?" cries a high voice.
You look at the orange fruit in your hand and see that it is not a fruit, but in face a small fluffy creature that resembles a bug, although it is quite cute. You stammer out an apology and he growls.
To try to pick up the conversation, you ask, "What kind of bug are you?"
He looks shocked. "I ahm no-tah a bu-gah!" He flies up, beating his wings angerly. "I ahm an Abefae, an' dat's much bettah than a bug!" It is getting harder to make out his words.
Again you appologize, and he settles down. He says, "Yah must be ah wand-er-orh cuz every un 'ere knows dat when doze fruits are orang-ah, dey aren't ripe." He smiles. "I should be ah goin'."
