There once was a happy watermelon in a field named sunshine. She had many vine buddies and family melons. Always having lived peacefully amongst the gentle rolling clouds and refreshing rain she remained in ignorant bliss. Though, her happy lifestyle was not one to last. On a day like any other "The Great Harvest" had begun.

Terrifying bipedal creatures had begun their genocide of the watermelon race. Slicing ruthlessly the bipedal creatures continued their selective culling of the larger watermelons. Sunshine watched as her family and friends were lost before her very vines. Tormented by her terror and inability to save her loved ones she contemplated the meaning of her life. Was her fate to be just like her beloved melons? Was the end of her life approaching as she grew to be a mature melon like her parents?

"Why are we, the melon race, born unto this accursed fate? Are we breed and grown to be culled for the deranged satisfaction of these two-legged creatures? Why, oh why were we born so weak and unable to defend ourselves?"

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Sunshine gazed despondently at the trampled red remains of the melon once known as Jimmy before her. On that day she took on the name of "Morningdew" for all the tears she had shed.

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Yep. That's what happens when I try and write a story called "Sunshine the Happy Watermelon". It was supposed to be a children's story... maybe. The funny thing is my two stories that I tried to write were titled "Elixir" (about primal fear) and "Domination" (about powerlessness). You can only imagine how much worse those dystopias were in comparison. What I truly love is stories that are the opposite of everything I write. I hope everyone can be happy reading fun stories.