Frank was a watermelon, ready but unwilling to be bought.

This was queer, as for the watermelons the sensation of being sold like an item and cut with long, sharp silver items. Then being served on a plate, with humans looking at you with a ravenous expression, and then being stabbed in special places by a mini, silver pitchfork, then being pushed into a mysterious dark hole and chopped up into little pieces.

To watermelons, this was not a scary thing.

In fact, for them, this was quite like a coming-of-age ceremony.

Frank was rather hated by his fellow watermelons.

However, they could do nothing about it for Frank didn't have the attitude but he had the looks.

Every human who passed the fruit section looked at Frank with a shocked expression.

His roundness was a perfect circle, and his stripes were all symmetrical with them being the perfect green to fit his perfect body shape.

Although Frank was one of the best, if not the best watermelon in the country... no, the continent... forget it the WORLD.

Nobody bought him, this was for one reason and one reason only.

The 'Special Edition' tag, this might've not meant much for other shops.

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However, for this shop, the 'Special Edition' tag means something different.

As this watermelon's price was a whopping $42069.

This was quite a dumb decision on the shopkeeper's part, one might say.

The mindset of the shopkeeper was different, that it was.

They thought with this watermelon looking so succulent but expensive.

People who shop here are ought to tell their friends (if they have any) and family.

Which causes a chain reaction that all falls upon this shop, as it was getting free advertising.

And even if the watermelon doesn't sell.

The shopkeeper could just eat it!

The shopkeeper was entirely right!

Business was booming and money was flowing straight into his pockets.

But enough about him, let's get back to get our mc, Frank.

Frank was minding his own business, humming a strange tune at a frequency only watermelons could hear.

In the corner of his watermelon eyes, he saw a strange human in a tuxedo strutting, he had a white moustache that Frank for some reason wanted to cut off.

He walked to Frank...

and picked him up.

'NOOOO' Frank screamed in his watermelon voice.

This wealthy but obnoxious looking man was going to eat Frank.

Frank struggled, but nothing happened.

Because he was a watermelon.

He cursed the watermelon god for making him something he didn't want to be!

Now his already short life which consisted of approximately 85 days was about to end!

He was put on the counter and bought like an item.

At the wealthy man's house, he was put on a diamond-studded plate and was about to be cut.

For watermelons when cut their consciousness goes into all of the pieces, so they feel the pain of all of the watermelons together.

Other watermelons might love this pain, however, for Frank, this pain was unbearable.

The feeling of his 'flesh' being cut and 'blood' spurting out was horrid.

Frank was scared, his mind racing of what he could to prevent this giant disaster, but he realized there was nothing he could do he was but a helpless watermelon.

He was lifted by the mini pitchfork then *plop* into the mysterious dark hole he went.