It is noon. The hot sun is beating overheard. Whild cornish game hens can be heard far off in the distance (not by the grapes though they don't have ears) roaming around. It is sunday on the feildworkers have the day off, so the grapes are left out to be grapely.
Grape C sees Grape B and approaches him to make an "offer".
"Yo dawg I got this /fiiiiiiiiiiiiine/ DVD of Grapes gone sour and for you, only 15 seeds."
Grape B was honestly minding his own business reading the label upon the nearby bit of board and simply just relaxing. The weight of others upon him was mighty but nothing he couldn't handle so long as he wasn't the first one to over ripen but it was probably inevitable considering his position in life. He was not totally on the bottom but he wasn't at the top either like those haughty top grapes.
Grape C approached him and Grape B knew there would be trouble.
"....It's the one with the underage grapes in it isn't it? I can't say I approve..."
Grape C was started. He knew his client base better than that. "Of course it's not! They are all legal and nicely ripe! No raisns! Just juicy South-American plumbers!" Grape C puffed some smoke from his cheap cigar into Grape B's face.
His cigar has been from Iowa and made of corn leaves and stalks, then stuffed with corn tabbacco. Since high fructose corn syrup (along with other processed sugars) had become less popular the government-sponsored corn farmers had to branch out more. Tiny corn cigars for graps were naturally the first place to branch out. Since cigars for grapes were already very limited, it seemed like a pretty safe bet. Sadly, only sleezy grapes would take such a cheap substitute to a proper tabacco cigar, as such was Grape B.
"You know, for you maybe five."
Grape B seemed to take this in only coughing out the smoke from the horrid cigar. Honestly this was a horrible habit and he frowned down upon it as often as a grape could possibly frown. He quietly considered the words of his sleezy counterpart thoughtfully. If he bought the DVD it would be worth a bit of entertainment when he was just sitting around and doing nothing but on the other hand the DVD could be scratched and horribly disfigured.
"Three seeds," Grape B bartered.
He was no fool he graduated from the finest Grape University this side of the crate!
"Four and you owe me a favor." Grape C smirked. He knew exactly what he wanted for a favor. If this berry didn't want to take on the burden of the favor, well he'd have to get someone else to do it.
The Grape paused at this and shifted from side to side not certain if he should accept this offer that was presented to them. Still, being a frugal soul Grape B let out a thoughtful humming sound before he said, "Three seeds and I owe you one and a half favors and that is my final offer."
How one halved a favor was no concern to the grape who was clearly a very intelligent and moral soul but not too moral as to turn down a DVD about grapes gone sour. Some of them took their skins off! Seriously. Totally worth a viewing if it was legit.
Grape C wasn't sure how you could half a favor, but maybe it could just be a small one. Or maybe one big favor could be the same as one and a half.
"Alright, but no refunds." Grape C really just wanted someone in debt to him to get a favor of 'em.
Grape B looked thoughtful once more before he started to cough up the seeds - literally. Grapes had no pockets so what do you expect? He had no other way to get the seeds out except for maybe forcing them out of his nearest neighbor (or even Grape C) but that would hardly be ethical.
"There, three seeds all for you," he said happily and waited for the other Grape to hand over the DVD.
"Uh-huh" Grape C gutterance'd. "You still owe me a favor." He waggled his entity tauntingly.
"I do. So you want me to do the favor first before I take the DVD?" Grape B asked feeling somewhat suspicious about the Sleezy Grape before him that was waggling his entity at him in a taunting manner.
"How do I know if the DVD is even real?" He frowned thoughtfully now suspecting some sort of hoax.
"Well once you know what the favor is you can still back out, but I hand you the DVD I can't be responsible for it." Grapce C used entity language to indicate that it was a 'procedure' dersigned for protection, much like the severe weather realy alert system. However, unlike that it was less of a public service and more self service.
Grape B sighs and knew he was trapped by that sort of logic but then again all he coughed up was three seeds he could totally live without seeds and could still back out but he'd be without DVD. So really he wanted the DVD so he had no choice but to resign to his fate.
"Fine what is it."
Grape C indicated the direction of the hills with the wandering cornish game hens. "I want you to tame one for me, so I can ride outta this joint." He said, fairly flatly.
"You want me to what?" Grape B asked in a tone of disbelief. No Grape has ever gamed one of those beasts before! Many have tried all have failed.
Grape B wasn't all too sure about his probability of doing so. "That's a mighty big risk for a DVD."
"Well just try. Take the DVD." Grape C threw the DVD at Grape B expectantly. He wanted to get out of here so bad. He dreamed of nothing more than being able to be free! Free to become a raisn! Free to date any plums if he pleased! He wanted to taste FREEDOM!
"Well...Okay." The Grape waddled forward and swallowed up the DVD to use it later. Considering it was a DVD for grapes it was very high technology high enough that grape juices doesn't wreck the DVD or the quality of it. Despite having the ability to waddle he had no idea how to get out of the place they were currently in.
Grape B hung there for a moment and then sighed, "So? Give me a bit of help?"
Grape C wanted to ride a Cluckbeast so badly he was going to help, even after making someone give him money to do him a favor.
He began to bounce up and down to try and dislodge Grape B.
After a few tries Grape B managed to find his way out of the containment and then started to roll his merry way over to where the Hens were clucking along. Grape B felt that something terrible was going to happen and even was very certain of that fact considering the size of these beasts. Still he waited until one of them were still before he rolled up and then attempted to jump about in order to climb into it via the feathers by using his mouth.
Alas the grasping of the feather and the pull of a small weight startled the silly creature and ...Things started to occur. Like Grape B being dislodged.
Grape C gasped as the scene unfolded. Did he make this happen? Did he make another bverry risk it's life just so he could have awesomeness? Was it all really worth it. To all of these questions the answer was 'yes'.
Sadly for Grape B he was not quite agile enough to escape large clawed feet stomping about in a panic and soon he would become smashed to tiny juicy bits and then when the stupid Cluckbeast looked down...It started to eat the remains of the brave Grape that had risked his life for a favor of another. The Hen ate the poor thing DVD and all.
Grape C saw what he had done. He started to cry. He looked to the sky.
"SUN MAIDEN TAKE ME INSTEAD!" He jumpped out and off and landed with a splat, scattering all of his seeds.
Up in the clouds Grape B had a little halo and a nifty set of wings. He was sort of lamenting the fact that he could not play his harp much less do anything neat other than sit there. He watched as his 'Friend' repented and splattered himself.
Grape B wondered if Grape C would also get into Grape Heaven.
Grape C was before St. Plumbter at the viney gates. "Have you been a good grape or a bad grape?" the pruney old judge asked. "Well, sadly I have not always been good, sir."
"I admire your honestly, however rules are rules. Since you know what you did was wrong I will not send you to grape hell. Instead, I will give you a second chance-- as a pineapple."
And with a large poof of smoke Grape C was now a tiny speck on a tropical plant. He was going to be Pineapple H.
