Part time writer

Once upon a time, far away in a land not very far from the A24, a
young lad named Specky was listening to one of his favourite radio
stations. London Live was not as good as GLR, but a lot of the
presenters had stayed behind to give the radio staion some character
and they kept Specky amused for hours on end whilst he was taking a
sickie off work and having a bath.

Although he had rarely seen the faces of the presenters on the telly,
he still considered these people to be his own personal friends and was
delighted when one of his favourite personal friends, Bill, told him
about abctales.com. This was a website that budding writers could
publish short stories and poems for the enjoyment of other like minded
people.

At his first opportunity Specky logged on to the site to discover that
most of the short stories were not particularly short after all. But no
matter, these people had suffered for their art. Now it was time for
these people to suffer the art of Specky. Specky had a few ideas
already saved on a file and he uploaded some of these items for the
enjoyment of himself and the (apparent) boredom of fellow like minded
artists.

Specky is a realist. He knows full well that he is no Kingsley Amis, or
was it Ben Kingsley...he couldn't remember. He certainly new he was no
Dennis Amis either, that is another story involving a fast moving
cricket ball and his face. Anyway, back to this story...Specky was no
good at writing stories, but was determined to have a little fun.

Can you just imagine his delight when the second one of his efforts was
published with the award of cherries!!! Someone had enjoyed his story
and had decided that it was writing of the highest quality (or had
pressed the wrong button on his PC).

Specky was a little disappointed the way it had printed out on screen
and decided to edit his story in order to make it appear nicer for ease
of reading. Specky was thoughtful like that. He re-submitted the story
and went to look for it on screen. He could not find it. He assumed
that the story was being viewed by the editors. This happened last
time, no worries. He was sure that there were no swear words in the
story, but he was happy for the editors to check again.

The very next day, Specky logged on again to find his new improved
story. But, zoot alors, what had happened to his cherries? He was
distraught. Specky had not achieved much in his life, but at least he
had achieved cherries. Where, oh, where are Specky's Cherries?

Can you find them?

The moral of the story is;

if you have cherries, the best way to keep them is to not to fiddle
with them.

:(