Lexington's obsession

Once upon a scratch that... In a time where monsters, fairies and berries frolicked and skipped across the planet... There was a bright red monster named Lexington.
Who lived in a volcano fashioned with strawberry statues and art.
He had a friend fairy named Jerry, and a wife named Bertha: she was of a mellow blue color. Well anyways, one day, in his strawberry-decked out volcano , lexington sat...
staring off into space. drooling.

When suddenly he went into a twitching spasm. With foam arising from his mouth...
His wife was dusting the ash nearby and happened to notice her husband.
Bertha: " oh my! No more honey crickets dear. you know what doctor Guzzlegump said; you know you are allergic!"
But this spastic moment was not due to sweet-cricket snacks...
No, something snapped in lexington's head.
Lexington: "I hate strawberries!"
And after this shout had echoed throughout the volcano lexington jumped up and began laughing gleefully. While trashing and bashing his once beloved strawberry ornaments in a maniacal fashion.

After his volcano was rid of the strawberry menace... the hideous strawberry filth...
lexington panted and leaned lazily against the lava-rock walls. His terrified wife next to him...
Bertha: "Are you happy now dear?" she said carefully.
Lexington froze and mumbled.
Bertha: " come again?"
lexington: " BLUEBERRIES!" and so it was said.
The next day after the sun rose and stretched its light across the fruitful land Jerry de fairy came from his driftwood cabin to pay his dear colorful friends a visit.
He approached the volcano doorway and rapped at the door...
Jerry: " yo, lexington bro! It's Jerry de fairy, friend not foe! open the door and let me in JoE! "
Joe was the parrot that opened the door to lexington's and bertha's guests. Quite a swell parrot, with excellent manners.
*CLINK* the door opened and joe nodded his head to jerry de fairy.
Jerry walked in ten steps before noticing a drastic change in the volcano's style.
Jerry: " oh. blueberries... i see."
And galore: blueberries. Blueberry sculptures. Blueberry art taking the place where it had once been strawberries. Then jerry began his way to the common room of the blueberry-decked volcano. He found lexington reading a copy of Blueberry Obsession.
A bluberry magazine. With photos and interviews on and about blueberries.
Jerry: "ahoy comrade lexington! changed your berry-tastes have yee??"
lexington looked up and motioned Jerry to come over.
Lexington:" jerry! come hither! you ought to see this plump blueberry... i tell ya it's juicy and-a banging!" Jerry:" Strawberries no longer satisfy your heart my dear friend? on such short notice, a swift change from that which was once your obsession? explain me this situation, for i am quite curious."
Lexington place down the magazine on his side desk and cleared his throat.
Then he spoke. Lexington:" yes odd it is, this quick change of fashion and taste. it just so happened yesterday as i was sitting in my favorite corner... zoning out in thought. there was a sudden burst in my brain and hence, shortly after i ravaged for change."
Jerry came hither to lexington leaned on his chair rested his face in his arms, looked upon lexington and pondered.
Lexington returned to his magazine saying:"well change is good anyways."
Jerry gazed up then replied: " ah, but be weary my dear friend, i worry for you; do not let that be your motto. For your sanity's sake, take it easy, don't let your tastes swing so swiftly. And remember, obsessions are deadly like weapons to the mind."
But instead of taking heed of this advice from Jerry, Lexington boiled inside. Lexington:"save me your preaching fairy. i am conscious  of what my mind carries. Be off now and irritate me not!"
Jerry de fairy then solemnly slunk away, said good tidings to bertha and went on his way.
He slept on it and awoke next morn with higher spirits. He then fixed himself some warm caffienated snail shell-brew. After savoring its taste he set out off to lexington's volcano. saying to himself as he walked the ashy path:" maybe change was necessary for lexington. maybe his new fetish is in just."
Then he arrived at the door and rapped loudly...
Jerry:"lexington fool! i admit your blueberry switch is cool! let me in and lets check out that blueberry lava-pool."
The door creaked open, and as jerry passed through Joe replied:"it's no longer blueberries sir jerry de fairy."
And before he could comprehend Joe's words, he looked up and beheld a giant black berry statue spewing lava, like a fountain. He looked yonder to the walls and noticed an archive of blackberry paintings. He twitched then cringed at the sight. when he happened to notice bertha dusting the ash off a blackberry bust. Jerry:"Bertha! he cried. "what happened with the blueberries? why now black berries?!"
Bertha looked dismayed and replied:"they are now wicked jerry. wicked to lexington."
Jerry placed his palm to his head in confusion and repeated:"wicked."
then he spoke again:"what is wicked are these unnatural-chronic-switching-berry-obsessions! Lexington must get help!"
Bertha sighed and placed down her duster then spoke:"lexington refuses help, and denies having any problem. i tried to contact doctor guzzlegump but in vain, for the doctor apparently went on an extended vacation to the fuicy kooshy islands."
Jerry shook his head upsettingly. "how can we help lexington?" Bertha shrugged and spoke:" all we can do for now is counsel him; speak pleasantly but be direct."
Jerry nodded and fluttered his way into lexington's studio-roomwhere lexington was painting a bowl of blackberries. Jerry:" Good morning lexington." he said half cheerfully.
lexington was adding some tint and value to the top berry and replied:" ah jerry, welcome! come gander at my latest."
Jerry fluttered himself forward forcing a smile. "aren't they beautiful jerry?" inquired lexington in a crisp voice. Jerry glanced at the painting...
Jerry:" oh of course, very, um... black!" Lexington hesitated his brush and spoke.
"drats, i was going for more of a violet tone too." He then washed his brush and began mixing several colors. Jerry sighed silently and noticed Bertha at the doors entrance spectating. Jerry:"lexington, my most beloved friend, i am sorrowful towards your current sate of mind." Lexington kept his brush in motion on the canvas and replied:" Jerry, Jerry, Jerry... There is nothing to be sorrowful about! I am fitter happier with life and my black berries." Jerry dropped his head, then raised up again and said:" first strawberries, then blueberries, now blackberries! lexington you can't keep up like this!" lexington stopped his work. Lexington:"oh this fit again jerry? you and my wife now both against me? Both here now to betray me! Backstabbers! I loved you both and encouraged your initiatives, now for what? just to get defied and abused in the end? HA! So be it! Off with you Jerry de fairy! and bertha i shall see to you momentarily. Jerry left in sorrow to the door accompanied by bertha. Jerry:" bertha, he can't keep this up... the volcano god shall grow angry. you know the consequences!" Bertha replied:"i am very well aware jerry, i shall consult him once more; if i ma turned around and sent away i shall take my leave. with or without lexington." she said this with watery eyes. And jerry gave a wave good bye.
The following day Jerry de fairy rose up quickly, and fixed his usual of snail shell-brew.
gulped it down and set out to lexington's volcano anxiously. On the path he encountered joe the parrot who was carrying a brief case, and himself was sporting in travel attire.
Jerry:"Joe! do you seek to go? why you dressed for travel? this mystery i must unravel!"
But jerry only acted dim-witted to the situation, hoping it was something else, than the radical last motive against lexington.
Joe raised his hat in greeting to jerry, then said grievingly:" the madam left earlier this morn sir jerry de fairy. For when she awoke she found herself surrounded by... cranberries."
Hearing this jerry gasped and stared hopelessly at the volcano, which, as he starined his eyes to perceive, he noticed cranberry banners hanging.
Joe:" do not go there jerry! Be weary, for cranberries can be scary and he is at the time being... the cranberry tyrant!"
Jerry droopily carried himself home on his pixie wings and once there a heavy sleep fell upon him... Early the next morning Jerry lay asleep in his muskrat fur bed. suddenly he was awakened by a terrible boom; Therefore he flung himself from his cozy bed to his entrance door and stood in awe... from the sky, which was dark, rained ash...Along with Raspberries.
~the end