[maskedmelonpai]

here, i make it better for you eyes papa,

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truth

when i a young melon, i member the farmer, a acrimonious old cur, he make us fight for our foods, one large pile of rich soil and a miracle grow stick for the season. far as melons go, i small and weak and slow... but i patient and clever and i learn with ease, so i waited.

i waited hungry and alone and I watched all the other melons. i learned most melons liek to sit on they soft melon asses, soaking up free sunshine and wait for soothing rains to carry they soil and miracle food stuffs to them. they not share it though. they sat on they fat melon asses hoarding and gorging theyselfs on both the bounty of nature and of man, while i sat away by myself, starving.

i was sad :c my empty melon tummy wretched with hunger and my eyes bled clear in suffering. i stunted, and my mind began to wither. i thought I gonna die. butt then the sun, he spake unto me.

he says, "melon! most adorable among melons! lift thine melonass and moveth hither. thiseth foodthings are thine own. taketh, that the world might knowth thine prowess, blessed among melons!"

and i rose. as if by magics or something, i lifted myself by shear force of will and carried my little melonass to the foods. they were mine and I claimed them as such. when I'd sated my melony needs, I stashed some away and shared what I did not need with the other melons. they were wretched and ungrateful and cared not whether they foods came from me or the farmer or the rain, they just expected them to fall in the laps while they wallowed in they own unclean soils.