If she didn't have lemonade, she would die. And her parents were going to die soon too because they had something wrong like their blood was blue or something like that.
She was in a bottle, he was on his own. No one thought about him... They just left him. So he sat by her. He sat by her in the bottle and because lemonade helped her eyesight, she could see him really clearly through the sides. Even though the grass was as thick as his skull.
And because it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat or nothing for him to buy, and he was starving and she could see that... And there was no one looking after him and because he was a bit stupid he couldn't really look after himself and it kept on raining so he was getting a bit rusty. She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but she knew she had to help him. So she swam to the surface but she couldn't get out. It was too far away, this bottle was too big.
She knew she had to do something. He was getting worse and worse and worse and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and pucking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it. But she couldn't. All she knew was that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass. And then bingo! She knew. She started to drink. And she drank and she drank and she drank. And this was a lot of lemonade... Enough to last her till she died. Because her parents wanted her to live for ages. But she drank every last drop until she was in an empty bottle. But that was no good, she still couldn't get out. But that was ok because she just waited until she had a big one stored up. Because she drank all the pulp, she drank all the lemonade and then she started to fart. It was slow at first but then it was really loud and hard. And she blew her way out the bottle straight through the top. Like a rocket.
And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her because she never wanted it again. She had orange for the rest of her life.
She knew she had to do something. He was getting worse and worse and worse and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and pucking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it. But she couldn't. All she knew was that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass. And then bingo! She knew. She started to drink. And she drank and she drank and she drank. And this was a lot of lemonade... Enough to last her till she died. Because her parents wanted her to live for ages. But she drank every last drop until she was in an empty bottle. But that was no good, she still couldn't get out. But that was ok because she just waited until she had a big one stored up. Because she drank all the pulp, she drank all the lemonade and then she started to fart. It was slow at first but then it was really loud and hard. And she blew her way out the bottle straight through the top. Like a rocket.
And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her because she never wanted it again. She had orange for the rest of her life.
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