Jelly Bean Planet

The rain was coming down heavily as I stood on the balcony of our apartment. It rained every day on our planet. Whenever I walked in the rain, I just opened my mouth to taste blueberry, raspberry, or a touch of licorice. The rain was delicious.

Running back inside to get out of the rain, I flopped onto the couch. It smelled of strawberries and cream. The pillow smelled like orange marmalade. Everywhere I walked, everything I did, fruity smells reached my nose.

I looked at the buildings outside our windows. There were tall blue ones, short green ones, and yellow oval ones as far as the eye could see. Some of the buildings had crazy patterns of several colors swirled on the sides. Fruity colors were everywhere.

“Breakfast, Son,” my dad called. “It’s jelly beans on toast and pancakes with jelly bean syrup.”

“Awesome!” I bellowed from upstairs. “I’ll be right there!”

Bounding down the stairs, I heard Mom calling, “Would you like a peanut butter sandwich with blackberry jelly beans or one with cherry?” “Cherry,” I called. “By the way, Mom, could you throw in the chocolate jelly bean cake for lunch?” “Sure,” she added.

“This is delicious!” exclaimed Dad. “The only thing wrong with this planet is the dentist bill every month!”