Fruit Fight

Just as the watermelon was about to grab her, Alessandra raised her axe and swung. With a definitive crack, the watermelon split in two. The pieces quivered on the stone floor, then stilled. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the avocados, who had

started to attack her from behind, throwing their seeds at her. Alessandra was shocked by this and she got scared. The avocado's started to resurrect the watermelon she had just cut and the watermelon was about to crush her before she

took a big bite out of it. The watermelon seemed to recoil in shock. It's violent advance faltered as if unsure what to do. Red juices dripped from the corners of Alessandra's mouth. And then she gobbled the whole thing up. The whole watermelon. Nothing remained. The avocados

pulsed like Christmas lights. She had to get them to safety. Unlike the watermelon, the avocados could be saved. She had to bring them to the Shaman. He would know exactly what to do.

The Shaman's ancient chant restored the avocados’ glow to a steady, calming light, and as dawn broke, she knew they were safe; the watermelon’s fate had been sealed, but the avocados' revival was a promise of hope renewed.