The Unbelievable Adventures of the Paratrooping Pomegranate

It was just an average evening in the small town of Vigglesworth
when the first reports of a flying fruit began to trickle in. "I
swear it, it was the strangest thing!" Mrs. Pennington gasped to
her knitting circle, "I was outside pruning my roses when this...
this pomegranate, dropped out of the sky! Nearly knocked my wig
off!" The pomegranate in question, perfectly ripe and seemingly
commonplace except for its mode of transport, sat innocently on
her table, basking in the wonderment of the gaping women.
Meanwhile across town, Mr. Green, the local school principal, had
a similar encounter. During football practice, a pomegranate
parachuted down right onto the 50-yard line. "Boys, I've seen a
lot of strange things in my years," he addressed his wide-eyed
team, "But a paratrooping pomegranate? This is peanuts compared
to the banana in ballet shoes incident of '84." The situation
became even stranger when the mysterious pomegranate turned up at
three different locations at once - the local hairdresser’s
salon, the town library, and Mrs. Smith’s garden. The town was
abuzz with rumor and speculation. "I think it's spies," said the
town baker. "Aliens," countered the postman. As the town's
citizens swapped theories and chewed on the baffling mystery, one
thing was clear: the day a pomegranate parachuted into
Vigglesworth was not a day anyone would soon forget.