Thomas the tomato swayed in the wind on his mother plant, Matilda. The sun baked down on him. He felt his tan deepening. He no longer felt so green. He was becoming a seasoned seedy thing. A veteran of the vine. A few of his compatriots had fallen already. He couldn't get a clear view (they were very far down), but Thomas assumed they were happy. They were quite still and seemed every more slouchy as if in great relaxation. Matilda always replied to questioning: "Well darling they're all brothers and sisters for me."
This always puzzled Thomas. Weren't they all HIS brothers and sisters? On Further questioning Matilda would only reply: "Beware the birds. and the worms. and stop talking. You're a tomato!"
Thomas never did become a brother or sister bush. He and a few chili friends became a very good arabiatta sauce. They were briefly aware of a greatly MUMBLING rolling around them. This turned out to be from the sea of Durum Wheat that had become Penne.
"It is GOOD!" was proclaimed by Ms Gladstone of Emery crescent in West Stanformoot on consumption of this meal. She suffered horrid heartburn all through that night. And phoned her friends in the morning to tell them about it.
