Let me tell you of the fairy tale of a strudle named Lemon. Let me tell you of the fairy tale of that dear friend. Little lemon lived in a town filled with vegetables. Little Lemon lived in the town with no fruit. But Lemon wasn't exactly fruit, don't you know, for she was, and always had been a strudle. Little Lemon, the strudle, was lonely in town. So what do you think she did to solve that? What do you think she did to have friends? She tried to play, but the vegetables said go away, So she decided to do something else. She went to the baker and bought the tools she would need. She went to the oven and worked as she pleased. She experimented long through the night, and soon her army they grew light. They burst forth flooding the night. An army of delicious baked goods! Storming the town and smashing those vegetables! Squishing them up for soup or maybe pie. They would be sliced and diced, oh my! And then when it was done, little Lemon had fun. She played with her friends in the fields 'till daylight.