The Love That is Pure

Orange Jub Jub's Story

Jub Jub, descendant of Jo Jo la Juice, sat back and watched with fascination as the mist formed into delicate slivers of complexly woven ice.

(I wish that I could spend my days watching the rays of the sun coagulate like this..) Thought Jub Jub, leaning against the back of the Freezer.

Many days had passed since its inception and it was curious about the world around it.

(I wonder how humans are? Are they furry like their ancestors?) Was its constant inquiry about humanity.

Jub Jub, unlike its friends, did not count the hours in despair, but rather accepted every second as a lesson.

It had learned from a past life as a Chocolate Dong Dong that, one should constantly be aware of its surroundings and conditions but not stress over them.

It was about to speak to its dear friend, Ice Cream Cone, when it was interupted by the door to the freezer opening.

"Man, all this painting makes me hungry.." Lamented a boy's voice from the shadows.

(Oh dear, I wonder who's going to be picked. I hope it is Popsicle, it is so stressed over mortality…)

"Hmm.. You look good and plump…" Continued the boy, grabbing Jub Jub by its neck and bringing it into the light. If Jub Jub had been blessed with true eyes, they would have been squinting at the marvelous luminosity around it.

(This wonderful! I wonder how….) The rest of it sentence was interupted by the sound of its wrapper being torn off.

"Hm, I wonder if you really taste like orange, Mr. Jub Jub..?" Pondered the youth, taking a bite out of Jub Jub and hulking over the sweetness of the crème center.

(B-but.. I have no known sex…) Lamented Jub Jub, somewhat confused over such a gender related reference.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself.." Chirped Jet, taking another grateful bite from Jub Jub.

(Well, at least he is happy and I am getting to watch the sun weave a blanket of light..)

"So, little guy, do you talk?" Poked Jet, licking Jub Jub once more before holding to the light and examining it.

(I suppose that I do, but you would not understand a word of it… … And for the last time, I am asexual!) Scoffed Jub Jub at Jet silently.

"Gallows said that he heard one of your friends speak to him before.. but I think he was just drunk out of his wits and hallucinating.." Continued Jet, bringing Jub Jub in for another chomp.

(Gallows, as you call him, is partially correct, we do talk… but our language is beyond the flow of conventional human perception…) Thought Jub Jub indifferently, somewhat regretful that this haughty boy would be his escort to the next world.

"No matter, you taste good, and I suppose that I should not ponder the compendium of the Ice Cream's language.." Mused Jet, polishing Jub Jub off with a content gulp.

(Oh well, I got to see the brightness of the sun, although it was somewhat short…. No matter, I will see the sun again when I am born again as a carrot…) And, with that, Jub Jub faded into the existence of Jet's stomach. Jet rubbed his stomach in a moment of exaltation and then walked out of the kitchen, taking care to throw away the wrapper, lest Virginia rip out his throat.

"Hm, I guess I better get back outside and help the others.. otherwise, Virginia might decide that my head looks better on her wall opposed to beside her on the battle field…" He said quietly, scratching his chin, deep in thought.

( I wonder if these ice creams really do have souls…) Thought Jet, looking at the empty wrapper. (Be that the case, then I just took an innocent life… Oh well, I'm sure that Virginia and the others would forgive me..) He finished with a nod.

But, before he walked out the door, his eyes deviated back toward the empty Jub Jub wrapper in awe.

"Perhaps I should ask Gallows to say a prayer for it or something.." Mused he, wiping the remnants of Jub Jub from his lips.

"Yes, that's what I'm going to do.. Because, just for a moment, I swear that I heard the Jub Jub speak directly to my soul." And, with that said, he exited stage left and the spirit of Jub Jub hovered briefly above his head before rushing off into the sun, where it would be reborn into a carrot.