A cantaloupe rolled around the corner of a house. In cantopolis coy cantaloupes cautiously canter about carefully counting the cobblestone cracks contained in the center of the city. One contortionist cantaloupe cheerfully calculated the cracks. Counting not one but all in fact.
Beside himself boasting so brave. Ive counted them all I didn't use a single car boat or train. "Cantaloupe what will you do now you know the answers please tell us how". The crowd said in a coo. " simple, counting cracks is not what cantaloupe are meant to do!" He replied in a shout, smiling big and scaring the crowd. "But what now is a cantaloupe to do? Crochet cricket canasta cribbidge or more? Can a cantaloupe cheerfully accumulate knowledge and crave more?" Chanting cheerfully, cantaloupe rolled. Casting his fears then chasing after more. "More I say knowledge is a must. Hey, who are you hiding behind that husk?" "Corn am I. Corn I will forever be. I am corn who might be ye?" " I am cantaloupe both cheerful and crazed. Do come with me and help me count the days." "I am corn I can't leave here. My kernels are still young my stalk still form but my ear is here to share the knowledge that you yearn."
Cantaloupe puffed up to canter on his way yelling to the corn "I'll be back knowledge is just a roll away!"
