[ WP ] Fruits are really living thinking sentient beings ...

With a final crunch, the fragrant pear's life came to an end. Ana tried to look away, but could n't -- she is a banana, after all. Pam's blood dripped from the corners of the monster's mouth, before being licked up by a warm, pink tongue. I shuddered at the sight of such gore. 
 
 The creature walked to the uncharted land, where the box of moving pictures sometimes showed fruits being cut, peeled, blanched. The monster watches these with such concentration -- his evil knows no bounds. Even young fruits are not spared from the horror. But the box also shows the weather of the world beyond -- from sweet rain to bright, life-giving sun. Hope from the other world. I was only but a child when I saw the outdoors. Pam was raised in a greenhouse, though, with high, bright ceilings lined with rows of water-teats. She never got to taste rain. I feel sadness well up in my apple-core, and this time, I let it. We've lost so many -- I ca n't deny myself these tears. 
 
 The grape children were silent now, and tried to huddle together for comfort -- again, they could not, for they were fruits. We are inanimate, only able to speak telepathically and watch helplessly as we are consumed by those large, bipedal mammal-fruits. Such is our life. I felt Ana trying to hold back her emotions, and I decided to speak to her. 
 
 `` Ana, my dear friend...'' There were brown spots beginning to form on her smooth yellow frame. I remembered a time when she was still green at the tips -- all the stress had aged her so. `` Ana, what is wrong?'' 
 
 `` Pomme, why?'' Her voice was filled with despair. `` I do n't understand... We have done them no harm, and yet --'' 
 
 `` Be silent,'' I told her. `` It... It ca n't be helped.'' 
 
 If she had tear-ducts, a sole tear would have dripped from the tip of her curved banana body. `` Dear Pomme, I feel so... So hopeless! What can we do?'' 
 
 `` Be strong... For the grape-children, be strong.'' She would have nodded if she could, and I would have held her tightly if I had a mammal-fruit body. `` We are a fruit basket. We may be helpless, but we never lose hope. We still have each other.'' 
 
 From the corner of my eye, I saw the mammal-fruit reenter the room. `` Please, no.'' 
 
 The grape-children let out a collective gasp. A hand reached out to me, then held me with a firm grip. I felt cool air rushing past me as I was lifted higher and higher up. Ana began to cry. 
 
 I glanced back down at the grapes, at Ana. My dear, sweet, nutritious Ana. She was beautiful from this high up—she was a fine fruit, with a slender, gently curved body. What a beautiful last sight. “ Thank you, Ana. I guess this is goodbye.'' 
 
 `` Pomme!'' 
 
 “ Ana, I -- ” I felt a sharp pain as teeth penetrated my flesh—then nothing. `` I love you…'' My last thought was being with Ana under the sunshine, in a world where fruits like ourselves no longer had to hide.
