A Tale About

Oliver the Orange

Written and designed by:

Shannon Bolte, Sarah Christiaansen,

Amber Grace, Joelle Waskey

This book is dedicated to anyone who

has ever been made fun of for how

he or she looks.

Stanley the Strawberry, Adam the Apple,

Chelsea the Cherry, Rochelle the Raspberry

and Walter the Watermelon were playing tag.

I’m cherry

fast!

Tina the Tomato and Oliver the Orange

wanted to join the others in their game of tag.

“Can we play with you?” asked Oliver.

“No way!” exclaimed Chelsea.

“You’re an orange. And you’re not even a fruit!”

No way!!!!!

Upset that they couldn’t play tag,

Tina and Oliver wandered off on their own.

Upset that they couldn’t play tag,

Tina and Oliver wandered off on their own.

Later, Tina went back to see if she could

play tag with the other kids.

“Hey guys, can I please play tag with you?” asked Tina.

“Well, I guess because you’'re red you can play with us,”

said Stanley.

“Can Oliver join too?” asked Tina.

“Good gourd, no! He's different!” exclaimed Walter.

“Oliver, what's wrong? Why are you here crying?”

asked Mrs. Broccoli.

“The other kids won’t let ME play tag with them,”

explained Oliver.

“They said I couldn’t play because I’m orange”

“Well that’s just nonsense, come with me.”

said Mrs. Broccoli

“The other kids won’t let ME play tag with them,”

explained Oliver.

“They said I couldn’t play because I’m orange”

“Kids gather around, I think we need to talk about how

to treat each other,” said Mrs. Broccoli.

“Even though somebody looks

different on the outside,

doesn’t mean we should treat

them differently,” said Mrs.

Broccoli. “We all have fragile

feelings on the inside.”

“just because Oliver is orange doesn’t mean that he

shouldn’t be included in your games.”

“But why? We only want to play with kids who are

red,” said Adam.

“There are all sorts of different colors in the

world, like red and orange and even green!” said

Mrs. Broccoli.

“just like there are all sorts of different foods

in the world. Each of us has a specific purpose.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Rochelle said, reluctantly.

“Rochelle,” Mrs. Broccoli began, “who helped you reach the

highest monkey bar when you couldn’t?”

“Oliver...”

“And Chelsea, who let you use their pencil sharpener in

class when your pencil broke?” questioned Mrs. Broccoli.

“Oliver...”

“Stanley, who shared their snack with you when yours

fell on the floor?” asked Mrs. Broccoli.

“Oliver...”

“Don’t you think you should start including Oliver in

your games since he’s always helping each of you?”

asked Mrs. Broccoli.

“Yes.”

“Come on Oliver, lets go and play!” exclaimed Walter.

The end