An ode to Simba, the Watermelon.

[Ssteiny]

(Note: I have lost my schpadoinkle)

There Ssteiny stood waiting for his girlfriend to come and help bring food to the car. He awaited her father, the firelord.

"Is there anything I can carry?" asked the Ssteiny.

"Help Innle with the watermelon." responded Mrs. Firelord.

"We have to take the watermelon."

"Ok."

Innle raised the watermelon.

"We shall call you Simba."

"Simba?"

"Yes. Simba!"

We produced and raised simba as our own...watermelon. It saddened us to see Simba being cut into pieces to feed her family. Oh, how we cried! Neither of us ate our firstborn watermelon. *cries*

Simba, you shall be missed. I guess the moral of this story is don't listen to your mother when she tells you to eat watermelon earlier that day.

[sephicloud]

Alas, poor Simba, I knew him well Ssteiny.

Seriously, great job. This is what I call short but sweet. Keep up the good work!

[Ssteiny]

Why thank you, Sephicloud. I'm glad someone appreciates Simba's legacy.

Simba is now the honorary watermelon of SKU!

[Setsumi-san]

(sobs) Poor Simba! Why, Why, Whyyyy?!

Seriously, that's a funny crack vignette.