Obviously, as you can see, I am a piece of fruit.I may not be a killer tomato but I am big and round and somewhat sugary.
I live in Pete's fridge, everynight sleeping nestled amongst carrots and cucumbers. Occasionally hassled by amourous celery, I keep my sanity by hiding in the fruit bowl.
I am occasionally discriminated against for being a fruit but like a vegtable. Neither the parsnips nor the oranges will accept me and I am now ferociously fighting for the right of tomatos to belong to both fruit and veg!
TOMATOS ROCK!
We ask ourselves:
'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?'
Actually, who are you not to be?
