In the beginning, the world was nothing but a room of watermelons. It wasn't a small room or a large room but a room that spread out for miles in every direction. The walls couldn't be seen but the ceiling hung low, so the gods referred to it as the watermelon room. And lo, watermelons vined their way in every direction. Watermelons came in all shapes and sizes. No two watermelons were alike. In their variety, watermelons created society, begat cultures. The watermelons of the room clustered and segregated themselves. Then it happened. One yellow belly watermelon offended a cherry-sided watermelon. That was the beginning of the Seeds War. The borders were drawn. The causalities mounted. The melons moaned.
“This must stop or we shall all parish,” the smaller weaker melons cried.
“It will never stop, for we have no common ground,” the old melons replied.
And the gods were silent, but the Trickster heard. That night, a thick mist grew to a curling twisting fog, and the fighting was temporarily silenced.
Morning came. The lights began to awaken.
And the gods chuckled and laughed to see such a sight for the entire room was filled with green square watermelons.
Everytime I read this I see a little plate running around with a spoon. And than, someone eating the square watermelons on them. It's such a hard world. . .
ReplyDeleteBut seriuosly, is this something about how we are going to end up beige people?
And, I just wanted to add that the picture at the top of the page is really cool.
ReplyDeleteIt's a picture of all of us:) three gals and two guys...and what do you mean by "is this something about how we are going to end up beige people?" oh wait, I get it now....ah HA! actually, I didn't even think of that...it was more like, what can I write about about a room full of watermelons. The challenge is matching the different story patterns together. Great fun!
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