Oct
8th
Thu
8th
The first blush
Welcome, darling little berry. You are undoubtedly the world’s ugliest, loveliest strawberry (this is your good side). I can’t wait to eat you.
Your siblings don’t seem to be doing so well. I don’t think they’re going to fruit. Tell me, do you need more fertiliser? Less water? More sun? I’d hate for you to grow up to be an only strawberry. Fill me in on what you need and I shall do my best to accommodate you, because I love (to eat) you.
Nom, nom.
