Pineapple

The pineapple was growing, and growing fast. Dinorah was pleased.

With each day, it became taller, fatter, heavier. Soon it would be ready for harvest, to hack open, dispense its sweet flesh to the crowd, a sacrifice necessary for continued life.

Dinorah watched it, every day, knife in hand, greedy eyes impatient.

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