The Tale of Berralina

Once upon a time, a doodle arrived at the Lab that caught Dr. Stalk's EYE.  "It looks so much like a strawberry that we should attempt the morphing process not in a test tube, but in a terra cotta urn."  Electra sidled to the potting shed and returned with a large planter that had small holes almost like windows carved into its sides.  He filled it to the first window with the Laborastory's secret soil mix, then laid the doodle and data on top, making sure that they faced the sun.  He poured distilled water on it, mixed in some magic, and watched, waited, and wondered. 

Like the strawberry it resembled, it was the first doodle to morph that spring.  "I am Berralina," she announced, "lover of butterflies, watcher of clouds, designer of jewels."  Electra studied her carefully.  "I must take you to meet my friend, Chef Poire.  He will appreciate your good taste.  He owns a bakery in the Eiffel Tower.  It can be the first stop on a worldwide gustatory tour."  When Chef Poire met Berralina, he was smitten and blushed to his core.  Before she left Paris, he garnished her with rosemary so she would never forget him. 

Life was a bowl of cherries for Berralina, until one day in Dublin she met a leprechaun who insisted that his pot of gold was at the end of her rainbow wings.  "If you don't give me what's rightfully mine, I will transport you to a bird sanctuary where you will be breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.  Better yet, how do you feel about taking a dip in a pool of chocolate?"  It was then that Electra whispered into Berralina's ear, "You have the power to become invisible.  Use it."  Berralina blinked her long-lashed eyes and said, "Get us out of this jam!"  In a wink, the two friends disappeared.  Where did they go, you wonder?  Why to Strawberry Fields in Central Park, naturally.