There was an orange with pips. And it did not have any friends and it wondered why. One day is was rolling down past the orchard and ran right in front of Father Smileys Rose Garden. The roses all turned their heads to see the orange rolling past. ‘He has Pips, you know’ said a Pink rose to a red rose. ‘Rolling on past,’ said another. The Yellow rose watched as the orange with pips rolled all the way past and was out of sight before it said’He may have lots of pips but there is not a substitute for love no matter how many pips you happen to have,’,’poor orange’. The sun went down and they all hung their heads in sorrow.