Chapter 253: Tangerine

If there was an "annoying" talking otter somewhere within the pages of this book, there also exists a delicate, but "ill-mannered" talking pelican named Tangerine. Her beak is physically accurate in its resemblance with a real American white pelican, with its bright yellow color very strikingly suits the whiteness of her feathers. But her Mistress was actually colorblind, and, all the while, she saw Tangerine's beak as orange, which explains where she has gotten her name.

Unlike the real pelicans that consume a lot of fish, Tangerine has developed a natural loathing against all kinds of fishes, which she finds very foul smelling. The orgy mimicked by these schools of fishes gives a certain disgust to her expensive taste, which is very useful when it comes to identifying ripened and fresh fruits that she likes eating a lot. The fishy smell simply reminds her of the traumatic past when she eventually learned how to survive when accidentally dropped into the depths of the waters of the ocean.

But this is not about Tangerine per se, with all her clumsiness and grumpy demeanor, but the subplot of the story confined in a world replete of Rapunzel's tragic experiences. While this world is full of unexpected mystery with no evidence present in denying the crucial crossroads that may lead to certain nuggets of wisdom, Tangerine seems to be unbothered of this very fact concealed within her midst, as she walks around looking for the best looking apple tree to forage within the vicinity.

At last, she has found the right tree she was fervently looking for, and the choice has been absolutely praiseworthy. The tree was sturdy and standing proudly from the rest of the environment, and the apples look juicy and plump. The bright color red was very inviting to the senses, while the smell of ripeness of the fruits was calling her attention to harvest some for herself and for her Mistress' consumption, as food for later into the day.

Tangerine's foraging ability, indeed, has proven to be very useful. All these years, her nose had also become accustomed to smelling the stink of the rotting smell of life's pretensions, and she was extremely vocal into discussing its striking similarities with the actual whiff of the foul odor of decomposing matter, especially fishes. This unique experience of the travel of the stimulus through her nasal senses has become a marvelous ability that she proudly share with her Mistress.

The Mistress' name is Beloved, and she has proven to be very smart to maneuver her ward's silly antics, which makes both of them a perfect fit. Tangerine was both a product of nurture and nature, and she is sure to step up to the demands of her annoying role, like in all of the stories that are possibly told, narrated, and appreciated, including this one about Rapunzel.

However, being a citizen of a book, with all its cataloguing and compliance to the Publisher's rule, is not a simple matter to venture out and feel the embrace of its inherent nature, especially to experiment will all of its glory in discussing the contentment of one's prized possessions of being a human being. To become a mirror of desire and the scarcity it brings to the value of success, the book is, after all, a symbol of its own existence on matters that has existed and felt, for the life well-lived is commensurate to the tune of the music, and the soul has its own rhythmic glory within the pages, dancing to the melody of the feelings of the heart.

The book is then capable of singing a song. Like Tangerine's unique sense of smell, and so are the many books singing a choir of music, adding to the playlist of the conditions that ultimately lures the unsuspecting soul.

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