The little tomato heart.

You missed out, I'm tellin ya, on how bloody little tomato went over to the slaughterhouse the other day ya, when the butchers were out pickin hairs with twizers from the turned-ancient dead sheep bodies, laughin their asses out on protein. But shed no tears, stay on with your waterproof mascara, coz little tomato didnt hang out there for long, just popped in for a "hi" ya. It was on the way out that she defined the reason of her colour. And still reached home intactO.