Plunk.
Another ripe lemon falls to the floor, adding to the ever growing pile of lemons. The little tree, covered in bright yellow fruits, is strangely prosperous in the cool, dark room. Another day or two and you could start a lemonade stand.
In an invisible breeze, the tree and it’s lemons sway ever so slightly. It’s always a difficult choice. The lemon must be perfectly shaped in order for his most evil plans to be completed.
With one big wiggle the chosen lemon vessel detaches from the tree and falls.
“Ow.” Lemon was a little late with his timing.
Thankfully no one was to here to see it so it never happened.
If a lemon falls in an abandoned military silo does it still make a sound? Apparently yes, which is odd considering lemons shouldn't be allowed to make much noise.
