Strawberry Rain [FICTOID]

“It’s raining strawberries.”

“It’s that damn camel again, isn’t it?”

“’Fraid so.”

“Where the hell does it get all these strawberries?  They’re not even in season.”

“Frozen?”

“They look fresh, not frozen.  Frozen look mushy.”

“Well, these are mushy.”

“Only after slamming into the ground at 120mph.”

“How does a camel get it to rain strawberries?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have time.”

“He wasn’t always a camel.  I mean, he was born a camel, but then got transmogrified into a human and had to go to school.  He studied science because he wanted to change back into a camel.”

“Why?”

“Apparently to screw female camels.  Camel-on-camel sex is reportedly amazing.  Now, are you going to let me finish this story or not?”

“Finish.”

“Anyway, when he changed back he still kept his human memories.  He resented being made human, no matter how briefly -- “

“He’s a PhD, right?  I wouldn’t say it weas brief.”

“You gonna keep interrupting?”

“Proceed.”

“Anyway, he resented having been made human no matter how briefly and swore revenge on the city of Detroit for letting it happen.”

“How could Detroit have stopped it?”

“Beats me, it’s a camel thing.  Anyway, he’s got a hidden lair somewhere over in Canada and periodically pelts us with fruit.”

“It looks like it’s letting up.”

“Don’t go out just yet.  Just like hail occasionally follows rain, he’ll follow one kind of fruit with something else.

“More frozen strawberries?”

“No, watermelons.”

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