Pear

Hello, my name is William and I'm a pear. I don't like getting my photo taken and tend to blush a lot. My owner took about 30 photos of me today and this was one of the last. I only ever blush on one cheek though as you can see.

I don't think life as a pear suits me too well, I was born in a very hot country. When I became a grown up pear, I was put in a box and on an aeroplane with all of my brothers, sisters and cousins to come to Scotland. It's cold here, I've been separated from everyone I know and sit with some strange yellow moons in a bowl. They tell me my owner will soon eat me up. Isn't that a horrible story to tell?