The fruit is the way, it is peace it is freedom it is delicious.
Somewhere where it wasn’t before now stands a factory making fruit.
The wengles work, all day and all night, to send their trainloads out. The pile is high when the train wobbles past and the fruit falls along the tracks. Scamper for free fruit, everyone is happy and full! The fruit flies off shelves, it is everyone’s favourite treat. The orange fruit of the wengles, gentle rabbit farmers, who bring food and the future, invite you to come ride their trains and eat their fruit.