Timothy the Tomato

This Tomato Has Served Great Honor

"Get dressed honey!" Timothy yells to Cindy. "Its picking day!" Timothy was already dressed in his nice clothing- a red, juicy skin he bought. She leans up. "Oh, honey. You're outfit!" "Get dressed, Cindy. I made breakfast."

Cindy picks out a nice, pink dress. "I love it!" Timothy yells as she walks out. "Honey, how could they not pick you in such a flattering look!"  "I, for one, would not like to get picked this year. Thanks, though,  for making me feel good." she says sarcastically. "I complemented you, honey! You should be flattered!" "Please, go." Cindy says as she eats her breakfast.

At the Picking, a tomato named Freddie rolled onto the platform, where every tomato could see. Children were crying in their nice clothes, leaving red stains on it. Freddie clears his throat. "Gerald Tomato," he called the first Picking name. A cry broke out, his mom rolling all over the table. "MOM!" Gerald yells. "MOM!" "Patrick Tomato," the next name is called. Some tomatoes cheer, some say nothing. "Timothy Tomato." When Timothy's name was called, everyone was silent. Cindy's eyes search the crowd, and she doesn't move. "Cindy?" he says quietly, searching the crowd. "CINDY?" He yells this time. The gaurds roll Timothy away, in his freshly bought red suit.

They take him into a small room. "Get dressed." They give him a small sheet of what looks like wax, and he put it on. It was heavy, but tight. "Where is Cindy?" He asks. "Where is she?" "Come with me, Timothy." "Where are we going?" "The loading dock," Patrick says. "It's supposed to be horrible." "I'm scared, Timothy!" Gerald screams. One of the gaurds heard this, and rolled Gerald away. "You, Gerald, are ketchup to us tomatoes!" "Did you hear that?" Patrick exclaimed. "Yes, we all heard it." "Where is Cindy?" "I didn't get to see her." Timothy said glumly. "They let me see Sheryl." "Who is Sheryl? Is there even a tomato named Sheryl?" "Yes, my mom."

We get with other tomatoes, and Freddy Tomato goes up to speak. "Welcome. We are gathered today with the ripest tomatoes of the season. You probably have noticed your clothes are tight, heavy, and more red. This is what you get sold in. You will not be able to get it off, unless someone peels it off. Some of the lucky ones will be returning to their homes, while the others will get sold. Alright, now you will be split up into sections.  Women on the right,children in the middle, and men on the left. Go, now."

The tomatoes split up, and now, everyone is separated. Timothy is scared.