Melon, Don't Do That

Melon Don’t Do That

Once upon a time, there was a melon named Melon, a pumpkin named Fumpkin, and a circular candy named Bon Bon. All three of them were about the size of a beach ball. Melon and Fumpkin, looked just like the fruits and vegetables that they were named after, unlike Bon Bon, who was round, purple, and sported a small black, curl of hair on the crown of her head. The three friends enjoyed going swimming in the nearby lake, but so did someone else. Grakin, a not-so-friendly dinosaur, also liked to swim at the lake, and he didn’t like to share it. So one day, the three circular beings, headed for the lake and prayed that Grakin, would not be there. When they arrived at the lake, they took a quick glance around the beach and didn’t see Grakin! They could swim in peace! So Melon, Fumpkin, and Bon Bon, ran for the water and splashed and swam for exactly twenty-three seconds before they saw a very big splash in the clouded water, and before their eyes, floated Grakin.

“I am the best. Get out so I can be the best alone!” commanded Grakin, with a hint of overconfidence.

“Um…no.” replied Fumpkin sassily. Fumpkin was a very sassy pumpkin, who didn’t like it when people were mean to his weirdos.

That made Grakin very angry, so he stretched out his tiny claws, just far enough to reach out and grab Bon Bon’s arm and pull her towards him. “You are on my side now,” Grakin commanded the shy little candy.

“‘Kay ‘kay,” Bon Bon replied sheepishly. Melon gasped and turned to Fumpkin, who in return snarled at Grakin.

“I like goats,’’ informed Bon Bon.

“What is this ‘goat’ you speak of?” Grakin pondered forcefully.

“Well, they have horns, and fur-”

“I WANT TEN!” Grakin exclaimed, cutting dear Bon Bon off, mid sentence.

“No. no goats will be involved,’’ said Fumpkin with a snarl. Grakin looked around expectantly at the surrounding water, as if at any moment, an army would rise from the murky lake, and attack him. “What?” Fumpkin demanded angrily, taking note of his enemy’s odd expression.

“I will need an army,” Grakin said thoughtfully. He turned his scaly head towards Melon, and gave a sly little nod. “You will be on my side too!”

Melon gave a dramatic gasp and bent his knobby knees. His eyes went incredibly wide as he placed his hands together in front of himself. “Melon don’t do that!” He said robotically as he swam away through the dense waters.

Fumpkin raced after his ally, and as the two were swimming away, he stuck out his tongue at Grakin and Bon Bon.

“Oh no he didn’t!” exclaimed Bon Bon excitedly.

With that, Grakin and Bon Bon swam hurriedly after Melon and Fumpkin, but no matter how hard they tried to reach them, they were always two point-seven meters ahead of them. After nearly an hour of childish chasing, Melon, Fumpkin, and Grakin, all stopped suddenly at Bon Bon’s command. “Can we all stop please? I’m getting sick of swimming!” She yelled as she made her way on land. Fumpkin and Grakin followed shortly after, shaking hands in a truse, and muttering about goats.

“Melon! Come!” Fumpkin roared. Once again, Melon froze in place and bent his knees. He clasped his hands before him and began to swim further away from the sandy beach, saying in that robotic voice as he went, “Melon don’t do that!”

The End

By, Carley.

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