The origin of our citrusy girrafidae girl is the subject of much speculation and confusion. She is the product of a one night stand between two non-human entities; The Annoying Orange and Melman the Giraffe. What occurred that night remains largely undocumented, and the question of who actually carried her has never been answered. Both men deny full responsibility, yet they both acknowledge that her existence is unfortunately undeniable.From this improbable, even impossible union came Clemmie, a citrus flavored giraffe whose very nature challenges our conventional understanding of nature. She is neither entirely fruit nor entirely beast, but something caught between. Shes a living paradox that personifies the absurdity of her lineage. Raised with little to no guidance, Clemmie learned to interact with others in any way she could muster.Her birth and subsequent ripening left her with a fractured sense of identity. Is she meant to roll like her father, or roam like her dad? Is her place in the buzzing lights of the produce aisle, or on the grassy savanna? These questions linger without an answer in sight.
