The shortest story about the longest day

Twas the longest day when the shortest man took the quickest walk down the greyest street to the greenest woods.

In the greenest woods grew the tallest trees and, on the longest branches of the tallest trees, hung the sweetest fruit and the shortest man loved the sweetest fruit but he was far too short to reach the longest branches of the tallest trees.

And so the shortest man became the saddest man, weeping the most tears any man had ever wept.

But, just then, as he was sinking into the gloomiest gloom, the strongest wind blew and, when it blew, the longest branches of the tallest trees began to shake and, when they did, the heaviest and ripest and juiciest and sweetest of the sweetest fruit started to fall and one such fruit fell into the tiny hands of the shortest man.

Then, across the face of the shortest man, spread the broadest grin of joyfulest joy and, though the fruit was the heaviest fruit that the shortest man had ever had to carry, still the shortest man carried it all the way home and made the biggest, most delicious, fruitiest and crumbliest fruit crumble ever.