The berry was dark purple instead of light lavender, but otherwise it was quite similar.

Being unable to climb the tree, I was obliged to wait underneath it until a sharp breeze arose and shook the limbs so that a berry fell.

Instantly I seized it and taking a last view of the world--as I then thought--I ate the berry in a twinkling.
Then, to my surprise, I began to grow big again, until I became of my former stature, and so I have since remained.

Needless to say, I have never eaten again of the lavender fruit, nor do any of the beasts or birds that live upon this island eat it." They had all three listened eagerly to this amazing tale, and when it was finished the Ork exclaimed: "Do you think, then, that the deep purple berry is the antidote for the lavender one ?" "I'm sure of it," answered Pessim.
"Then lead me to the tree at once!" begged the Ork, "for this tiny form I now have terrifies me greatly." Pessim examined the Ork closely "You are ugly enough as you are," said he.

"Were you any larger you might be dangerous." "Oh, no," Trot assured him; "the Ork has been our good friend.