A basket sits on a table. Filled with oranges.
The sun travels across the floorboards and bleeds onto the table. The oranges light on fire, they glow in the heat.
The sun moves and the fire is gone, leaving oranges once again.
A basket sits on a table, filled with oranges.
The moon travels across the floorboards and climbs onto the table. The oranges turn to stone, they shimer in the darkness.
The moon moves and the rocks are gone, leaving oranges once again.
A basket sits on a table, filled with oranges.
A single fly sits on the table. It can smell the oranges.
It climbs onto the orange fruits and turns it into a meal. After a guzzle and a half, it leaves.
The fly scurries away and the meal is gone, leaving oranges once again.
A basket sits on a table, filled with oranges.
The sun comes back and lights the oranges on fire. It leaves and the fire follows.
The moon comes back and turns the oranges to stone. It too leaves and the oranges are back.
The fly comes back and brings a friend.
They make it a meal.
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