Hi, my name is Johnny Lemonseed. I was born on February 29 th , 1999 in an orchard tree. I was born and raised in Canada . It all started off while I was sleeping and felt something tug on me. It pulled me away from my home tree. It was a human body. He threw me to his friend. As I was flying through the air, I was going so fast it felt as if I was superman.

The young boys had kidnapped me. They threw me into a horrible smelling bag that it seemed like I was thrown into a pile of manure. They laid me down on the side walk. I soon fell asleep as we waited for something that was clueless to me. Soon after that I woke up to a noise unbearable. It was a horn that sounded so loud it was like 5 concert speakers up close.

I got a glance from a hole in the bag and there I saw a train as big as a whale. It screeched and squealed like giant insane pig running around. As the train came to a stop we got up from the hard uncomfortable sidewalk. The boys started to walk toward the train. I was begging for an escape to arise itself. I got so excited when I remembered I saw that hole in the bag. So, I found that hole and trying to make it bigger so I could fit through it and escape. I was trying hard and it got so hot in there I could taste the sweat dripping from my lemony forehead. It tasted like a desperate little lemon trying to survive. I finally escaped and fell onto the floor. I actually thought that I had a chance now to live and go back to my home tree. But I guess it just doesn't work that way. I guess you can't just plop back onto your tree. I think this because the young boys had seen my escape and had picked me up. After that I knew my future was doomed.

As all three of us sit on the train, they discussed how many slices of me they are going to amputate; as if I'm not sitting right there and I can't hear them. Humans are so rude. They talked about how they were going to eat me alive, just cut me open and eat me. They had decided that right after they slice and dice me they are going to squeeze all the living juices out of me until I bleed dry. They talk as if it is a joyful experience and they were waiting in anticipation. I sit there in his hand as we wait to get to the stop so he can pour me into a cup to share with his friend.

We finally arrive to our stop. I see all of us walking to a hot dog stand. As the young boy gives the hot dog man the bag of lemons, I wait as he will squeeze me personally. The man gives the boy some cash, a cup, and a knife. He finally cuts his first cut into me. I see him do it, yet I feel nothing. I don't know if it's because I'm in shock, but I think it is. I get mad anyway and I squirt him in the eye with my juice. He yells and rubs his eye, but then gets back to work right after. He took off all my skin first and then sliced me into pieces. That's when he squeezed the rest out of me. I see my contents in the cup below me and then I see dark. I thought I had died, but I was just thrown into the garbage. I can hear him drink the rest of what is left of me. For what it's worth, I hope I tasted very sweet and sour and just the way he liked it. I am dead now, but I will always live in his memories of that day when he thought, “Man, that was one good cup of lemon guts.” And now my life story will live with you and your memories.