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There once was a eggplant named Doodle. Doodle was 

a very lonely eggplant. None of the fruits accepted 

him! They always teased Doodle relentlessly. So when 

he couldn't stand it anymore he left. It was 

uncomfortably hot outside the refrigerator, but it 

was better than inside with the teasing.

He could often hear them talking about him and 

giggling. Whenever a new food came, they told him 

bad things so they would stay away from Doodle. It 

had worked. All Doodle wished for was a friend.

One morning, Doodle woke up to find someone 

else on the kitchen table. It was a strawberry! 

Doodle thought he might be a good friend! So 

he greeted the little strawberry.

"Hello, I'm Doodle, what's your name?"

The strawberry looked scared.

"What's wrong?Are you are right?"

"Do you really hurt strawberries?"

"No! Why would I do that?

"The fruits said you did."

"No!"

"Yes."

"Don't listen to them! They lie!"

"How would you know? You live out here."

"I moved out here to get away from them."

"I don't believe you.   Goodbye." 

Doodle started to cry. The strawberry turned 

back, and stuck out his tongue.

Doodle was so mad he decided to dress in a disguise, and 

act like a new fruit. He would go to the refrigerator and 

find out what they said about him. Then he would get 

them back somehow.

Doodle yanked a sombrero over his stem, grabbed a pair 

of shades, stuck on a fake moustache, and put on a green 

suit. He also packed some candy from his stash and 

stored it in a bag. Doodle took a deep breath and let it 

out. He was ready for his adventure.

Doodle started the long trek to the 

refrigerator. It was dangerous but 

nothing would stop him. Nothing at 

all. Doodle was determined. He 

passed many sharp knives and too 

many people.

Doodle soon became too exhausted from the 

dangers of the kitchen. He never knew what would 

lay ahead. He had lost all his energy, and he had 

barely started. When he looked back, he could see 

his house very clearly. But he knew he could not even 

make it back. Doodle had just flopped down in 

defeat, when he heard a fluttering sound. What was 

it? He was so curious he raised his head to look. 

What he saw made him jump up in surprise.

A Fairy! Doodle stared in surprise. A real 

fairy! He had heard stories, but had never seen a 

real one!

"H-hello." Doodle managed.

"Hello, Doodle. I have been sent to help you on your 

quest. Pure fairy dust will give you the strength to 

carry on. Follow the signs that say, 'Ye Olde Fairy 

Dust Store.' May the fairies grant you good luck 

along the way."

Doodle faithfully followed the signs which led a great 

deal away from where he was. But somehow he didn't 

get tired. Sometime later he arrived at a cozy looking 

cottage on the side of the sink, where rain was pouring 

dreadfully down. Luckily the fairies kept the rain in one 

place, and not where Doodle had to travel.   Spotting a  

house, Doodle knocked quietly on the huge door. No one 

answered so he knocked louder. A bellowing neigh 

sounded from inside. Doodle took that as a 'come in' 

and let himself in. 

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