I see that your plan to send every subscriber an Annoying Orange didn't work so well, possibly even backfired. With everyone returned the packages and your house being overrun with them, all your neighbors moved out of the 5-mile radius from which the noise could be heard. The city council voted to have the empty neighborhood cleared, leaving you almost alone. The only other resident, a disgruntled farmer with the newly acquired land (and unable to move due to financial difficulties) had a brilliant scheme. That grove was the result of a mutual agreement to salvage the laughing fruit. 999,999 plantings later, the orange grove was born.
And still, to this day, a faint echo of laughter is said to be heard when crossing the grove at midnight.