Tangerine

When I was little, I used to dress up with Ned and sing to friends and family in our neighborhood. We sang all the the hits, and the crowd would always go wild at the conclusion of every performance. Jazz, rock, classicals, broadway...you name it, we sang it. Pretty soon Ned lost his voice and shriveled up and died. When my mom told me that Ned was actually a tangerine, I was devastated.

Needless to say...to this day, I hate fruit!