As Frank went down the dark, mysterious hole.

His stomach felt queasy as he got chopped up by the sharp, white canines of the human.

His life was flashing before his eyes, the time when he was born.

His farm days, where the farmer always looked at him with delight.

His school days, where he got taught to be the perfect watermelon.

His work days, where he sat still and did nothing but have envy put upon him.

Also, that time where the school bell confessed to him.

That time where he got really drunk with his friends.

Wait, that never happened.

In fact, now that Frank thought about it...

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he had no friends, no lover and certainly no family.

'What a sad life' he thought.

But, those thoughts were interrupted by the pain of which he got chopped and chopped.

He screamed in a frequency only watermelons could hear.

Frank didn't feel anger for the human that killed, he felt only regret that he didn't live his life with more happiness.

Frank, now realised he was all alone.

At least the shopkeeper and the rich man could be considered (one-sided) friends.

Then Frank went down the rich gullet of the man with loads of money.

When he opened his watermelon eyes, a farm encompassed his view there were loads of watermelons, big and small, round and flat. (what?)

'Here we go again' Frank thought.

He didn't like the idea of being the perfect melon now.

He felt different and separate from the other watermelons in the shop.

However, he looked around and found out that there were watermelons that were as perfect as he was, some even better than him. (not sure if being better than perfect is a thing but whatevs :/) 

He was shocked and relieved at the same time.

His emotions were in a mess.

He thought maybe he could finally make watermelon friends.

Maybe, even a girlfriend!

But, before Frank could get his hopes up, he thought... WATERMELON DON'T HAVE EYES!

Then, he thought a bit more.

'Why does it matter? That just might be something that happens to dead watermelons.'

Little did Frank know, that this was his first step in evolution.