A Day In The Life Of A Fruit, chapter 2
Bonjour, j'mapelle Sam. J'habite a Paris en France.
(I think it translates as 'Hello, my name is Sam. I live in Paris in France' but I dunno, I'm not that good at French.)
I shall tell you all about my amazing journey from being a normal grape to wine. It's quite an intriguing story. I lived in the vineyard for about a year then I was picked in my bunch with my family to go to become wine. I was not scared because I had my family with me and I was getting quite bored of the vineyard. Anyways... . When I was picked of my vine thing I was put in a crate with Pierre and Marie from the vine next to me. We talked for a while before we finally started to move. We were brought to some warehouse and then put in a giant wooden thing. I started to get worried when I saw a couple of women coming towards the bowl with a giant squishy machine.
"Pierre, what is that machine for?" I said.
"Oh you poor child, do you not know? We are going to be squished. How do you think they made wine out of us?" asked Pierre.
"I didn't know, I thought they poked us with needles to get the wine out," I replied.
"Idiot," said Pierre. That was the last thing he said to me before the squishy machine squished us. I woke up after a while in a barrel. I feel funny, kind of a runny feeling. I look around.
"OH MY GOD, I'VE BEEN SQUISHED!!!" I shouted.
"Shhhhhhh, Sam," said my mother.
"But mother, I have been squished!" I said to her.
"We all have, we will either be left her or be put into bottles straight away!" my mother said before going to sleep. I sat thinking about all the stuff I had yet to do. I still had to be partly eaten by a caterpillar, I still had to be crawled on by a spider. I stop thinking when I hear people talking. It's not my fellow grapes talking, It's people.
"I think we'll leave them for a couple of years and put the other ones in bottles Jay," said one of the people.
"Dead on Bob," said the one who I assumed was called Jay. I guess it could be good, what the hell am I saying, this will be torture!!!
So this is my life, I have to stay in a barrel for two years then be drunk by some lovey dovey couple on a romantic evening in. Great. Just great.
(I think it translates as 'Hello, my name is Sam. I live in Paris in France' but I dunno, I'm not that good at French.)
I shall tell you all about my amazing journey from being a normal grape to wine. It's quite an intriguing story. I lived in the vineyard for about a year then I was picked in my bunch with my family to go to become wine. I was not scared because I had my family with me and I was getting quite bored of the vineyard. Anyways... . When I was picked of my vine thing I was put in a crate with Pierre and Marie from the vine next to me. We talked for a while before we finally started to move. We were brought to some warehouse and then put in a giant wooden thing. I started to get worried when I saw a couple of women coming towards the bowl with a giant squishy machine.
"Pierre, what is that machine for?" I said.
"Oh you poor child, do you not know? We are going to be squished. How do you think they made wine out of us?" asked Pierre.
"I didn't know, I thought they poked us with needles to get the wine out," I replied.
"Idiot," said Pierre. That was the last thing he said to me before the squishy machine squished us. I woke up after a while in a barrel. I feel funny, kind of a runny feeling. I look around.
"OH MY GOD, I'VE BEEN SQUISHED!!!" I shouted.
"Shhhhhhh, Sam," said my mother.
"But mother, I have been squished!" I said to her.
"We all have, we will either be left her or be put into bottles straight away!" my mother said before going to sleep. I sat thinking about all the stuff I had yet to do. I still had to be partly eaten by a caterpillar, I still had to be crawled on by a spider. I stop thinking when I hear people talking. It's not my fellow grapes talking, It's people.
"I think we'll leave them for a couple of years and put the other ones in bottles Jay," said one of the people.
"Dead on Bob," said the one who I assumed was called Jay. I guess it could be good, what the hell am I saying, this will be torture!!!
So this is my life, I have to stay in a barrel for two years then be drunk by some lovey dovey couple on a romantic evening in. Great. Just great.
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