Yes, you think. One piece of fruit would not hurt. How could it? Really, what could happen? You reach out to grab one of these incredible fruits but at the last minute you stop. You halt your gesture, as your brain insists you should remain honest and heed your moral compass. You reason that you are not a thief and that stealing is wrong. Your parents raised you right and even if it's just a fruit, it is still taking from someone without asking or paying. So, before you sink further into a bad intention, you turn away and walk out of the tent briskly. Luckily, the enticing smell of the fruits stop soon from reaching your nostrils. It is quickly replaced by the more usual odors typical of a carnival. And all should warm up your appetite. Make you forget those fruits. But they on't. Not really. The smell of fried dough seems routine. That of cotton candy appears too sugary. That of fizzy drinks much too artificial. Hot dogs are just too fatty and greasy, simply looking at them, let alone sniffing them. Even the few candied apples plainly seem bland, even though they ARE fruits themselves. All of it sounds just so lacking in taste when compared to those fruits under the tent... They looked so much... truer. Like real tasty food. The sort that is straight from the earth and full of original goodness. True. Pure. Without any unnecessary additives. The true gifts of life. Not fake and cheap. And their colors... Oh, their colors! The bright oranges or soft purple with creamy patches on it... How could you eat such unhealthy foods when you can have the true stuff? Barely thinking, you rush back to the tent and see that no one is there. But the oh-so-tempting bowl of goodness is. Perfect! Too bad if you're caught. You run towards the bowl, overjoyed at the thought of filling your stomach with such precious and fleshy jewels from trees... You start eating at once.