A bunch of grapes sat on the kitchen counter, soaking in the rich darkness of night. A single beam of moonlight pierced the parted kitchen curtains and tickled the surface of a lone banana. The fruity rabble seized their chance.

Flipping and flopping with the stealthy mannerisms of an octopus stalking prey, they crept toward their victim. Seedy solidarity would not save this yellow brother. Hate pulsated from stem to orb, and it was unleashed through violence, swift and deadly.

The lights clicked on. A sleepy man gave the squished banana a sideways look. He shrugged and ate the grapes.