Blueberry version of the French Revolution

December, 8, 2010

    Once upon a time in a far far away land, there was a fancy kitchen, and in that kitchen there was a counter bursting with voluptuous fruits. There were nations of brambleberries, kiwi, grapes and blueberries. Every fruit you can imagine sat somewhere in that sunny room. In the center of the multitude of fruit, there was a glass bowl. It contained hundreds of blueberries, and their king was a mango named Louis. He used the power he had to his advantage, commanding his blueberry people to bring him food constantly throughout the day, resulting in him turning into a rather soft and squishy fruit.  Although he wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the toolbox, he at least was happy knowing that he ruled the fruit bowl, and had plenty of food. Oh, but life isn’t perfect, and his power was soon to end.

    See, the blueberries had feelings to. They weren’t very keen on the idea that Louis was granted this power over them. Being the aggressive blueberries they were, one day they decided to revolt! “Stop this mango madness!,” they all chanted. Now, Louis was afraid, but turns out he wasn’t alone. The other fruit kings also began to grow panicked, shocked that the blueberry people would act in such a way. “What if..” was the question that swept over the counter. “What if my people revolt against my power, like the blueberries revolted against Louis?” wondered the fruit kings, suddenly overwhelmed with panic.

    So, the rulers of all the brambelberries, kiwis and grapes left their people for a brief meeting. They all gathered together, and whispered quickly in hush tones. The kings all decided it would be best to  attack the glass fruit bowl. They began tilting it back and fourth, back and fourth until it came close to the edge. So close in fact, that the blueberries could see the sheer drop below them to the blue tiled floor, and they let out many screams. “This will show our fellow fruits that this sort of behavior is unheard of!” say the fruit kings in unison.

    Oh but wait, a new fruit has come to the rescue! His name was Napoleon, and he was a strapple. Jumping out of nowhere, he stood short and mighty between the bowl and the threatening edge. “I have come to save you, as I have past experience with battling. Make me your ruler, and I will not only fight off the other fruits, but I will also give you all a bit of the kings power to call your own.” remarked Napoleon. Shouts came from the blueberry nation, and they all cheered “Wooo!!” for this strange, heroic figure. With this, the soft and squishy mango, Louis screamed! He jumped clear out of the bowl and ran away to safety, far from his blueberry people.

    

    With this, Napoleon smiled, his white teeth gleaming. “First, I need an army who will help me with this complicated and dangerous task” declares Napoleon. Various blueberries excitedly hop over to their new leader, overjoyed for their soon return to safety. It wasn’t until there was a fair-sized group at his feet that Napoleon talked again. “Now, you must all do as I say,” he says as he starts handing out toothpicks, one given out to each individual blueberry. Napoleon is soon in the center of the blueberry army group, giving out his sneaky commands to the blueberries. All of a sudden, he stands up straight, points at a nation of brambelberries and shouts, “NOW!!”. “Raaaawrrrrr!” Scream the blueberries viciously. They all dive out of their bowl and plunge their toothpicks into a group of four brambelberries helping push the bowl off the edge.

“Euurrgh!” Yell the brambelberries. They all look up in horror, as they are suddenly faced with a terrible sight. The entirety of the blueberry nation on top of them. “Alright, we’ll stop!”, they say as the poor brambelberries began limping away slowly. This defeat caused an uproar in the blueberry beings. But the battle wasn’t over yet, as all of the other fruits were still rocking the bowl, and with every rock, it came closer and closer to the edge. Time was running out! Napoleon was a man on a mission; he knew what had to be done. He summoned the blueberry nation close, and he whispered to them a new set of tactics. But this time, they would attack the hoard of kiwi.

    He began wrapping them in strips of sticky tape, preparing them for their next battle. “Now!” he shouts yet again. With this, the blueberry army leaps over the edge of the bowl toward the kiwi. The tape they are wrapped in secures them to the kiwi fuzz while they begin thrashing around, ripping hair off the kiwi’s ovular body. “Ouch,” yells the kiwi, and they too stop rocking the bowl. Victory to the blueberry beings!! As the kiwi start springing away, Napoleon’s army slips out of their tape covering and plunge back into the bowl. At this point, the bowl had completely stopped rocking. “Now that we have some time to think, I’ve created a fruit code as a treat for everyone. Now that you all have fought for your freedom, I grant you equality for all. No more bringing food to anyone for the rest of your lives …….oh and free education to everyone!”

    





    The blueberry nation cheered in euphoria. Peace at last! There was no more evil king forcing them to bring him food, and their glass bowl home was no longer being disturbed by the terrible rocking by the other fruits. They all decided to settle down finally and start their lives with a clean fresh slate. It was a terrible assumption though, as Napoleon had bigger and better plans than an end to the battles. He was hungry for power and more counter space. “Attack!” he shouted, pointing at a group of grapes. Although the blueberry people were confused, they followed their orders, jumping on top of the grapes and flinging them about in the air. By the time all the grapes were cleared out and Napoleon declared the area for himself, the poor blueberries were left confused and exhausted. They were happy now, why fight anymore?

“Good job my men and women! I think these achievements deserve a just reward. I now crown myself the new king of your blueberry nation.” announced Napoleon. With this, the blueberry beings grew angry. They weren’t the only one’s growing angry, because the other fruits were turning red with outrage for their friends had just been weakened for the last time. They all rounded together again and started to push the bowl off towards the edge again with as much force they could build. The peace was over yet again, and this time the blueberries turned on their new king, Napoleon.

“You can take him!” they shouted as the blueberries tossed him over the lip of the bowl. The fruit pushing the bowl all stopped what they were doing, and watched. Napoleon was last seen thrown into the air with a look of dread. It wasn’t until they heard a *SPLAT* that the fruits looked at each other at last. The blueberries apologized for stabbing the brambelberries, ripping the hair off the kiwis, and all of the other terrible things that Napoleon had made them do. They decided to end the wars and live in peace. They all lived happily on the counter together…. until dinner time came around. *THE END*