Tim and The Orange Tree Grove

       There once was a boy named Tim.  Tim lived in an orange tree grove.  This orange tree grove had only one tree.  It was an orange tree.  Tim spent his days taking care of the orange tree and eating it's oranges.
       Tim had no friends, but a ladder.  This is the ladder he used to climb the orange tree.  The ladder was old and crooked, but the tree was strong and hefty.  The ladder's unstable legs rested in-dubiously upon the tree's tenacious truck.
       The tree's oranges, which Tim feasted off of as they were his only source of food and water, were plump and satiating.  Tim never grew tired of them.  Of course, Tim knew no other foods, there was nothing in his life to be desired.    
       See, Tim never knew how he arrived at the orange tree grove, but he had lived in the orange tree grove with the one tree for as long as he could remember.  As always, it was just him and the orange tree.
       Sometimes Tim wondered if there were others like him.  Sometimes he wondered if there were other orange trees.  Sometimes he wondered how he came to be.  But he never wondered for too long, for Tim was happy.
       Unbeknownst to Tim, Tim was abandoned as an infant.  He was placed by the orange tree, and was never thought of again.  Crafty little baby that he was, he managed to survive off the fruits of the orange tree and grow into self-resourceful young man.
       Tim grew up to be a lively little fellow.  He often found joy in running through the open fields of the grove on days when the sun was really shining.  Something about the way the sun glistened off of the oranges on the tree really made him feel alive.
       And then one day, Tim died.  It was malnutrition.  Those oranges can really do a number on your stomach.  All that acidity you know.