Courgette and Pomelo
Pomelo and Courgette
The warring Cantaloups and Capsicums were now at the point of drawing swords, literally. Long standing disputes between the vegetable and fruit families had gone from sweet to sour.(Chinese dishes unheard of at that time, otherwise things might have been different) and it was not rice at all. Pomelo, a member of the Cantaloups had gatecrashed the Capsicum mescarpone (masquerade) ball. Pomelo had set his sights on a female member of the Capsicum family.
Act 1 (Scene- ballroom and masked attendants)
Pomelo : Hard to find her with all those fruitless masks on and the food’s atrocious. Nothing but vegetables!
Friend : And I hope they don’t recognise us. If they do we’ll be in the soup and I’ve had no time to sharpen my trusty pearing knife.
Pomelo : Impossible with these masks on. The music’s good though. I might ask that green chic over there if she would like to dance. She has a rather a nice slim-line figure. See you in a mo.
Pomelo; (on dance floor) Goodness! There’s not mushroom here, but you certainly can dance. Your name?
Female : My name is Courgette and I love dancing to the Mashed potato Boogey. You’re so sweet Pomelo. Do you like the little flower on my head?
Pomelo : Very becoming. I’d love to see you again. I know you’re a Capsicum, but will you turn-ip?
Courgette : I was going out with a Suede but you’re better. Very fruity indeed. Oh dear methinks you’re being watched by that bunch of pickle heads over there, Be careful|
Pomelo : Whoops! So I see. Better get out of this stew before I become goulash. Ugh. See you soon.
Act 2 (outside Courgettes mansion)
Courgette : Pomelo, Pomelo. Wherefore art thou?
Pomelo : Holding up your balcony. Boy have you become excessively fleshy.
Courgette : I know Pomelo. It’s all those fruit salad presents you’ve been giving me and I’m very grapeful. I know I’m a vegetable but fruit makes me fruity. It’s made me pear shaped and I’ve lost my flower.
Pomelo : The more of you the better. I’ve got a banana and I’ll give it to you later.
Courgette : That’s nice, mon cherry.
Pomelo : Must go. My back’s killing me. This balcony is mighty heavy.
Courgette : Au revoir, mon petit-chou.
Act 3 (Hiding place)
Pomelo : Oh woe is me. They know. They will never lettuce be until they find us. We must escape.
Courgette : Too late! They are coming now with their choppers. Ooh, not very appealing. Remember our pact. We must die before they dice us. I’ve made a cabbage goulash. Take, eat. I know you hate it and death will come very quickly. Farewell apple of my eye. I will see you in the celestial garden plot, away from those rotten old vegetables.
Pomelo : Ugh! Your cabbage casserole is certainly getting me in a stew, but your flower’s grown back. That’s nice. Goodbye beautiful courgette.
Courgette : I will see you there. Yuk! This horrible stew!
And so they passed into the heavenly garden where Courgette became very fruitful producing a plethora of healthy hybrids. Their bundle of vegefruits had been born and the new life was berry beautiful.
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