I took the pear from the bowl on the counter.
I love a bowl of fruit on the counter.
It looks so pretty.
But I get a little anxious when the bowl gets half empty.
Because it doesn't look as pretty.
So I stop eating the fruit for a few days.
To try and retain some of the prettiness.
And then, I panic.
Because, oh no, the fruit is getting soft!
And I'd better eat it before it goes bad.
(There's nothing pretty about a half-empty bowl of moldy fruit.)
Then it's a race to eat the fruit before it's un-eatable.
Sometimes I win.
Take that, fruit! Who's your daddy now?
But today there's two shriveled oranges next to the sink.
If I put them down the disposal to make it smell nice, do I win?