The Grapes of Wrath

What is a raisin other than a grape with a free bus pass? They are the senior citizens of the fruit world, with bills to pay but no pension or savings, forced out of retirement to play one last gig. As a boy, I didn't believe those who told me grapes and raisins were one and the same, in fact, I openly mocked them. I often held a grape and raisin side by side and lectured on the subtle differences and natural habitats (grapes: hospitals, raisins: muesli). I was a lonely child. But it appears I was wrong, somehow, somewhere, by the most incredible magic, there exist wizards using their powers for nothing more than transforming a lush, plump, juicy, succulent grape, into a shrivelled, dried up, rabbit-dropping of a snack. Nothing makes sense anymore.