I was looking for ice-cream in the freezer, when I heard that scream!
It was a hot summer afternoon, I can't quite tell if I was sweating from the heat or the shriek. I was sure it came from my refrigerator.
Shaking and scared but determined, I opened the refrigerator door. In, sat a half cut watermelon which was as green as a curtain in an operation theatre with a pool of blood inside. It's seeds were formed in the shape of a mouth that did the talking.
The watermelon lectured me on how it had been watching me for the past two days and how I needed to count my calories. It, literally, body shamed me and berated me on my eating habits.
In the fit of rage, I took it out of the refrigerator, picked up a knife, sliced it into pieces and served it to the family. I enjoyed seeing everyone savor it while I enjoyed my ice-cream.
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