The morning sun shone down on the grove of citrus trees
that stood next to the rapid flowing river, their roots firmly embedded in
the rich black soil. Each tree was heavily laden with ripe, juicy oranges,
ready to burst open and release their fragrant, sweet tasting flesh.
Ainsley, the rabbit, climbed out of her burrow, yawned,
stretched, and welcomed the rays of the sun as they danced on her soft
gray fur and long whiskers. She was feeling hungry this morning. Her nose
began to twitch as she sniffed the air for something delicious. The scent
of the oranges drifted her way. Her bright pink eyes flickered as the sun
danced in them, then off she hopped towards her morning meal.
Ainsley reached the first tree at the edge of the grove
and looked up at the many fruits hanging from the heavy, bent over
branches. With just a slight springy jump she plucked off several oranges
and laid them on the ground next to her. She selected one and carefully
peeled back the thick skin. Juice squirted onto her gray fur as each
delicious section appeared. Ainsley pulled the sections apart with her
large, white, front teeth and popped the fleshy orange into her mouth.
She felt an orange pip inside her cheek and wasn’t
quite sure what to do with it, so she spit it out. Cambden, a fluffy,
wooly, brown sheep chose that moment to walk by. The spit-out seed hit him
right on his black nose. He stopped, looked down at the pip that had
bounced off him, and then Ainsley, he walked away. She felt bad but kept
on eating her orange.
Each section had a large pip in it. She spit the next
one out. It flew through the air and landed right on the leathery ear of
Janet, the cow. It stuck to her light coating of fur.
Janet was on her way to be milked at the other side of
the grove, when she felt the pip hit her ear. She stopped, looked at
Ainsley angrily and mooed loudly. Ainsley had to fold her long ears down
because the noise was so loud. Janet glared at her again, shook the sticky
pip off her ear, and moved on. Ainsley again felt bad, but was so hungry
that she kept on eating the juicy fruit.
She decided to hold one or two in her mouth and looked
first to make sure no one was strolling by. Seeing no one, she spit the
two seeds out. They went flying through the air and landed right on Kyla,
the snake, as she slithered along in the dirt. Kyla began to hiss loudly,
very annoyed at Ainsley. She hissed, and hissed, and coiled up tightly,
like she was going to bite the rabbit. Ainsley hopped back a few hops,
afraid of the angry snake, but felt relief as Kyla slithered into the
From then on, Ainsley kept all the seeds in her mouth.
She ate one orange after another until her little cheeks were filled with
orange pips. The ground around her paws was covered with thick orange
rind. Suddenly Ainsley needed to sneeze. "Aaaaaaacccchhoooooooooooooooo!"
Dozens of slippery orange pips went flying into the air. They pelted
Kenneth, the fox, as he happened to run by at that unlucky moment. Pips
hit him on his snout, his beautiful tail, his back and head, and his legs.
Kenneth stopped and looked at the rabbit. He ran over to her and growled
loudly in her face. His long tail wagged up and down and he was very
angry. After he finished his tantrum, off he ran through the citrus grove
to the bank of the river to wash himself off.
That was enough for Ainsley. From then on she would not
eat any more oranges in the orange grove. She took the rest of her oranges
down to the river and sat down. The water sounded peaceful as it rushed
by. She peeled her orange and popped the juicy flesh into her mouth. She
spit the pip into the water without having to worry about it hitting any
animals passing by. Just then, Laird, the bright green fish, came rushing
up to the surface, blowing bubbles angrily. Ainsley sighed. After the fish
went back under the water, she gently rolled the rest of the oranges into
the water and watched as they bobbed up and down, floating away rapidly.
From then on, she never ate another orange or any other
fruit with pips in it. Instead of oranges, lemons and limes, she nibbled
on apples, pears and crunchy carrots. And all the other animals that lived
along the muddy banks of the swift flowing river were happier too.