Meloncholy Tale

There was quite a bit of theft from the community garden where I garden in its first year. I was not immune to the larceny. I had a watermelon plant that set two icebox-sized melons. When they were ripe, I harvested one and shared it with my family. It might have been the best-tasting watermelon I have ever eaten. The next day, I went to harvest the second melon, which I intended to eat all by myself. I already had shared one melon and did not feel guilty about Bogarting the second one. I also grew a considerable amount of produce for the local food bank that year. So, again, guilt free. When I arrived at my garden plot, I saw the empty vine. The second watermelon had been stolen. Crushed, I have not grown watermelons since.