The Potato Named Fred

There once was a potato named Fred. Fred was always very lonely. His parents died when he wasn't even a year old. No one really liked Fred. They said he isn't like the other potatoes. In a bad way.
Fred had the usual potato skin color, but he has ugly, orange, curly hair. He also had big, bushy, orange eyebrows. He has weird lips that make him look like he got plastic surgery. And his nose, well, it just looks very messed up. His eye on the left side is barf green, and his eye on the right side is poo brown. He tends to wear plaid and stripes, or an awful mix like that.
Since his parents died, he doesn't have a legitimate home, so instead he lives under the canopy of a potato restaurant. He eats whatever the potato workers throw out.
He lives a hard life. The first day of potato school, people made fun of Fred. This made him feel real bad inside. He got pushed around and beat up, but he tried to stay strong. That only lasted a few days. Everyday after that, he went to the back of the canopy and started crying. But one day, this all changed.
He looked in the mirror, and decided he needed to change. He went to the potato barber shop to get his hair straightened and dyed. He also went to a potato clothing shop to buy some more, better looking clothes. He also got surgery done on his lips. Then he got light blue colored contacts.
The next day at school no one recognized Fred. He had to tell them who he was. He got very popular because of his new style. Everyone wanted to hang out with him. But after a couple weeks of this going on, Fred had a thought. Did people only want to be around him because of his style and not because of his personality?
When Fred got home from potato school that day, he changed back to his original style. He dyed his hair back to the same color it was and curled it, he took out his contacts, he got surgery done again on his lips to make them look like they used to, and he got his original clothes back.
The next day at potato school, people avoided him again. No one talked to him, or even wanted to be near him. Now Fred started feeling kinda bad, but he was glad that he was himself again. Ever since then, he never wanted to be anything other than himself. He might've been lonely, but it was better than having friends that only like him for his outer appearance, and not for his personality.
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