Doomed

Tuesday, 8 August 2006.

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“Is anything wrong?”

“The watermelon is nuzzling the toaster oven. I suppose he doesn’t realize such a relationship is doomed to failure.”

I receive an incredulous look from my audience, so I turn to the melon.

“I'm sorry, little melon,” I patted it, “but take heart: you will be eaten soon enough.”

Surely, a poor substitute, but at least it’s heart would no longer ache.

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Is it cruelty if you're speaking to a fruit?