Poor little fellow, you're looking so sad, just sitting there all morning through; with no one to share with, no one to care, - can't I do SOMEthing for you?
If you hadn't seen this before, you'd think Armageddon was here; with that wind and those waves taking over the land, you'd be nuts to stick around here!
Why must Nature throw curtains of thorns in front of such succulent fruit? I thought I was done for when I reached for one, and then it was sour, to boot!