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Once upon a time, in the picturesque town of Citrusville, there was an enchanting orchard known far and wide for producing the most luscious and flavorful navel oranges. The orchard was tended to by an elderly farmer named Mr. Johnson, who had a deep passion for nurturing the citrus trees and preserving their old-world charm.

One year, as spring gave way to summer, the orchard was abundant with vibrant green foliage and small, promising fruits. Mr. Johnson carefully inspected each tree, eagerly anticipating the bountiful harvest that was soon to come. Among the countless orange trees, there was one particular navel orange tree that caught his eye.

This tree stood tall and majestic, with its branches laden with large, perfectly round navel oranges. Mr. Johnson had never seen such magnificent fruits on any other tree in his orchard. He marveled at the tree's beauty and dubbed it "The Navel Queen."

As the days turned into weeks, the Navel Queen's oranges grew plumper and more vibrant, showcasing their distinctive "navel" markings. News of the exceptional tree spread through Citrusville, drawing curious visitors from neighboring towns who wished to witness its splendor.

One evening, as the sun set behind the horizon, a group of children sneaked into the orchard, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They had heard the stories of the Navel Queen and were eager to see the marvel for themselves. Whispers and giggles echoed among the trees as they tiptoed closer to the illustrious tree.

Just as the children were about to touch the first orange, a gentle voice called out from behind them. Startled, they turned to find Mr. Johnson standing there, his eyes twinkling with kindness. He smiled warmly and invited them to sit down in a circle under the Navel Queen.

Mr. Johnson began to tell the children the story of the orchard, how he had cared for each tree like a beloved family member. He spoke of the love and patience required to nurture the oranges, and how each fruit held a unique tale within its juicy pulp.

As the night wore on, the children listened in awe, captivated by Mr. Johnson's storytelling. They learned about the magic that resided in the Navel Queen and how she graced the orchard with her abundant and sweet blessings.

From that day on, the Navel Queen became a symbol of unity in Citrusville. Families and friends gathered under her branches, sharing stories and laughter. Every year, during the harvest festival, the children would present the first ripe orange from the Navel Queen to Mr. Johnson, expressing their gratitude for his nurturing spirit.

And so, the tale of the Navel Queen and her golden fruits continued to inspire the people of Citrusville for generations to come, reminding them of the beauty that lies within the simplest of things and the magic that thrives in a caring heart.

FUZZY NAVEL (1)

 1 ounce vodka
 1 ounce peach schnapps
 4 ounces orange juice

 Pour ingredients into a highball glass almost filled with ice. Stir.

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FUZZY NAVEL (2)

 Fill a 9oz. glass with ice add 1 1/2 ounces of peach schnaaps, fill
 with O.J.

 HAIRY NAVEL same as above but with 3/4 oz each of peach and vodka.

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