The Watermelon

I like watermelons. And I had bought a watermelon. A few days passed before I considered eating it, but last night, I considered cutting and eating it, but decided against it; I would wait until the next morning. I woke up craving the watermelon for breakfast. As I walk to the kitchen, this trash smell was everywhere, and there was stinky water in the middle of the kitchen floor for no good reason. After much exploration, I was able to determined that it came from the watermelon, now a gelatinous round mass with the texture of a deflated basketball. Some rugs ended up stinking, and everything still smells kind of nasty. Now I will proceed to clean the house, for real. I do not like watermelons.