Ugly Orange

In the glow of the morning sun, a tree was shined upon showing its ripe fruit.
Oranges, perfectly round and ready to eat.
All except one.
This orange was old, withered, and bitter to the taste.
Don't take my word for it, I never ate it.
Those who have ate it were most unfortunate.
It's first victim, the children.
One by one, they fell ill from the orange.
A farmer of the tree rounded them in his truck and disposed of them in a ditch.
He himself never tasted the orange.
He couldn't for it was his god, and he was not alone in his worship.
All the farmers praised the orange for the many nutrients it provided.
One was brave enough to take a bite out of the rotting fruit.
As predicted, he fell to his death.
The farmers saw him eat the orange, yet they didn't blame it.
They blamed his deaths on the children.