Suddenly an orb rolling over the horizon. Was tangerine-colored. Could it be? Fruchesca rolled quickly over. But as she nears the object, it sanks down into a crater, out of view. What a coy opponent? Was is a tangerine-colored fox, perhaps? She reaches the crater and gazed into it.
No! It was not a fox at all. It was a tangerine-colored Tangerine.
"Hello little Tangerine!" cries Fruchesca.
"Hello good morning!" cries Other Tangerine.
"What brings you to this moon?" cries Fruchesca.
"I had to make some copies!" cries Other Tangerine.
"Copies of what?" cries Fruchesca.
"Copies of--" Other Tangerine's sentence was cut off as he gazed at Fruchesca's colored, round self.
"Copies of passion," he finished.
Fruchesca swooned.