oranges in the head?
Mr. Orange Head was happy. It was a lovely summer day and he was off to meet his good friends Mr. Lemon Head and Mr. Cherry Head. They would have ice cream sundaes and talk about all sorts of unimportant but pleasant things on this long bright July afternoon here in Fruity Town.
My goodness, his head was orange and round! And huge! Like a dimpled fragrant citrus planet!
‘Who would not be happy to be me, dressed so gaily, smelling so sweetly, on this fine day?’ he asked himself as he walked leisurely down Main street towards the Fruity Town ice cream parlor.
Who indeed? Why, I myself wish I was him. I mean, just look at those natty orange shoes! Fantastic!
THE END