June 20, 2008 § Leave a comment
I accidentally have a kiwifruit as a pet at my cubicle at work.
My dad gave me a kiwifruit to eat along with my lunch. It was hard and not just yet ripe enough so I left it in the middle of my desk and waited. Three days have past, and the kiwifruit is becoming more ripe.
However, I mused and impulsively named the kiwifruit, “Peter”. Now I don’t think I can bear to eat it.
Peter keeps me silent company.
I become attached to things easily. Boredom helps.