Have you ever imagined if people were fruits? Well, now they are!

Every time a person was born, a fruit was assigned to them magically. Then, they always dressed in the tones of their fruit.

Bill was a blackberry. One of the very less in his town. He always used to paint outside in his yard. Today he was doing the same, but another girl walked in front of the landscape he was painting. He spoke up.

"Excuse me, you're standing in the way!"