Golden Fruits

Again, Deril took another fruit and split it. They all looked the same. Seeing what Deril was doing, Queenie approached. Deril’s face was hard to describe in words. The man looked confused and happy at the same time.

“What did you find? I thought you were hungry and would soon eat all those fruits,“ Queenie said.

“It should be so. But I’m not a man who can eat gold. Look at this!” Deril threw a triangular fruit with a purple color to Queenie.

Queenie twirled the fruit in her hand. Her eyes looked closely. The shape and color of the fruit were strange. Queenie’s never seen something like this. But, if the fruit was allowed to eat, then the shape and color were not a problem.

“Open the fruit with your hands! Don’t bite!” Deril said.

Queenie followed Deril’s words. She pressed the mid of the fruit and split it in half. From the inside, the fruit seemed to sparkle like gold. But the gold was shaped as soft as porridge. Queenie put it in front of her nose. She sniffed to make sure. It smel