Avocado saga

An avocado fruit hang happily in his mothers arms, together with his many siblings. His mother was a big avocado tree, gentle and wise. She would tell her kids stories about the world.

The avocado fruit's favourite story was that of becoming a chosen one: Picked and allowed into a store where one could be chosen again, if lucky.

His favourite moment in life was just before a thunderstorm, when the dark, thick clouds oozed across the skies. The sun was never as bright and warm as when it shone already partly hidden by a dark grey cloud. It was like a daytime twilight moment when he thought he could actually taste the rays of the sun.

One day people came with ladders and buckets. A young boy picked him and put him into one of the buckets. He could not believe his luck: He was a chosen one! His brothers and sisters left behind would fall off, get raked up and thrown into a bin. He felt sorry for them but he was too busy anticipating his exciting future to think of them for much longer.

But soon he realized he had been mislead and cheated.

He was sent to a store far away from home. A lady picked him up and put him into a bag and carried him away.

A few days later someone placed him onto the kitchen counter-top and started to cut through his skin and  tear off his flesh. 

He wanted to scream. "Stop! I am a chosen one!". He knew he needed his green flesh to nurture him. But the lady ignored his pleas for mercy .

Now his core was exposed. He started to dry. He knew he would die. 

He was thrown naked into the darkness of a compost. 

He had been buried alive. 




There were some creepy creatures there that he had never seen or heard about. Centipedes, worms, beetles, sow bugs. 

These creatures of the scared him, and some of them even bit him. 

The avocado longed for air, rain and wind and most of all he longed for he warming rays of the sun -now all but a memory from his childhood.

He cursed his mother. Why did she tell him all those lies? Didn't she know any better? Did she know he'd end up dying alone? What the avocado did not know is that this is what all mothers do: They glorify their children's most likely outcome to make them happy and forward looking.

But slowly, despite his grief and bitterness, the avocado seed did what he was designed to do. 

He woke up with a memory in his genes. 

First he grew some roots into the darkness. Then he grew a sprout -searching for light, but there was none. 

He kept on growing, not giving up hope. He found a tiny hole in the wall of the compost and pushed through. Victory! He had light! 

Eagerly, he grew leaves- beautifully shaped leaves just like his mom had. Then after a few days of rain an army of slugs arrived, and ate all his leaves. He was left bare. The slugs moved on, indifferent to his destiny.

Then luck struck again, in an unexpected way. The city where he had been bought and composted changed their rules about biomaterial, to start producing biogas of vegetable left-overs.  The lady of the house decided to support that initiative and she emptied her compost. She found the nearly defeated warrior - hanging through a tiny hole in the wall of the compost. 

She dug him out with care, making sure not to injure his roots and planted him into the sun. The sun nurtured him and the lady gave him water. 

Now the avocado is full of hope again and grateful to his mother and to the world. He wants to grow and become a big tree and tell his children exciting stories about life, such as the story his saving lady told him, called the Glory of Guacamole.