A Mango.

“Man, I’m tired of eating grass,” Bo-ala-bo said out of the blue.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” Su-daka-su replied. “We’re pigmy antelope deer. All we eat is grass.”
“How about a mango, or broccoli or even just leafy vegetables?” Bo-ala-bo said dipping his head for emphasis. Su-daka-su took a mouth full of grass and chewed it carefully. Bo-ala-bo waited patiently.
“Well, maybe leafy vegetables,” Su-daka-su said. “But what’s the difference? You’ve been hanging out with them wacky chimpanzees again, haven’t you? How many times have I told you: ‘chimps is chimps and we ain’t.’
“Too damn many times.” Bo-ala-bo said with a sigh that was quite over weight. It was that day that Bo-ala-bo said “Screw it, mangoes it is. Mangoes for everyone. I’m having a mango.” He got to the tree that gave mangoes and found one lying there. He enjoyed eating it very, very much. It was almost sexual. The sugar rush almost killed him and he was sick for three days after, all the while enduring the ridicule of the rest of the pigmy antelope deer. He took it better than you might think. He knew that they’d never had a mango. The chimps were with him.
Bo-ala-bo ate grass ever after, but he had a knowing of why and savored every last blade.