Gladys Grape

Sheen’s back to the bush, Miranda’s stuck behind the oven, Taylor is in hiding, and Burton’s finally escaped. Lucky, lucky them.

But what of the grape that’s about to go into grape salad? I hate the feeling of cream cheese and brown sugar on me. Ugggh. The very thought of it makes me shudder. But what if I hop out and roll, roll for freedom? How hard would that be? The lady’s not gonna chase me. I’m one green grape. What do I matter?

Here goes… here goes!

Oh, by the way. My name is Gladys and I am a talking grape. Bye.

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