Sitting in the kitchen waiting to be devoured is not a very wonderful life. Day after day as that great peach skinned hand reaches out and grabs one of my fellow stem mates I wonder will it be me next? I watch in horror as my companion from tree-hood is quickly devoured by that monstrous tooth infested human, or even quicker severed by that fiendish knife to be eaten in slices. It makes this poor old fruit wonder, am I being watched? Are we being secretly tested by these monsters to decide who will be next on the menu? I decided to keep it safe for a while. Never must I appear too delicious, and never must I look exceedingly ripe or the humans will just consume me faster. I've spent these last few hours sitting here and have witnessed yet another massacre, it makes me think even more. What if I am trying to hard? What if I look so perfect that these humans will snatch me up in an instant so I can be reduced to mush in their vast stomachs? I know what to do, I will get rid of this awful yellow exterior by turning myself blue, that will stop them from eating me... I hope. Though it might only make one of the littler ones assume I am blueberry flavoured. What if one of the giants decides that mold has got the best of me? I have seen one to many a good fruit be placed in that green bag of death. No I will not be blue, I will rise up and...Oh no! The beast has returned! I fear it is my time to go diary, my time to join my fellows in that big wonderful tree in the sky! The hand is approaching, will it hurt?