Eventually, the sun went down in Strawberry Town.
Orange Blossom gingerly approached a naked and shivering Strawberry, rocking to and fro. They had rumpused around to every house in Strawberry Land, taking down fruits with their firepoke until not a single berry bungalow was left un-bungled. And now they was tired…
"Now, friend," she said gently, covering her with a towel. "Who do you want to be?"
Strawberry stared up at her through stringy red hair.
"You're sick of strawberries… we're sick of them too… now the question is, Strawberry Shortcake; who do you want to be?"
Strawberry thought for a while. "Sick of raspberries."
"Hey!"
"Oh dry up, Raspberry Torte, you know you are too," Blossom snapped.
"… True," she conceded.
"Can't stand plums."
Plum Pudding was about to argue, but then shrugged. She couldn't blame her.
"And I'm tired of oranges. No offense."
"None taken, friend," Blossom said. "That leaves only one question - who do you want to be?" She was tired of saying it over and over.
Strawberry thought for a while; she puzzled and puzzled. Finally, she said, "I'm kind of sick of fruits, to be honest."
Her friends groaned in unison.
"I've been surrounded by strawberries since the 70s! It's time for something new."
"You have to choose a fruit!" Blossom wailed. "It's your destiny!"
"Says who?" Strawberry argued. "Why is it my destiny? Am I assigned to have a fruit at birth?"
"Yes!"
"Was the whole reason I was created to be this cute little fluffy thing that sells greeting cards?"
Blossom, Raspberry and Plum exchanged confused glances. "… We were told we were," Plum said meekly.
"Well, I don't want to be Strawberry Shortcake anymore," she decided. "But I also don't want to be nothing. I want to choose my own destiny. From here on out, just call me Cheeseburger Girl."
"Strawberry, this isn't a joke," Blossom wailed. "This is serious!"
"Strawberry isn't here anymore." Of that, there was no doubt…
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