There I was. With my family. Big cucumber middle and little. Trying to rolls away from the blade about to chop us into bits. But we don't have muscles, were only vegetables.. We looked at each other, I could see the fear in their eyes as they knew this was the end. A tear dropped from my eye, it was over. Our stay in the new Samsung refrigerator was only momentarily. There were salads to be made. Salads with cucumbers. I never got to tell them, to tell them how their mother died. I guess they're about to experience her death, for themselves. As the blade was dropping fast to middle cucumber, I looked at him, told him I loved him, that he was a good son. Then the blade chopped him up, over and over, we could hear his screams, beggig to die, for the pain to end. Each time the blade chopped a new slice you could feel the agony he was going through, it was awful. As his body was nearly gone, little cucumber just sat there, as of his soul has left his body, he knew he would he next, but what was he supposed to feel? The doorbell rang, the guest have arrived. The human said "ugh didn't finish" she put the knife down to greet the guests. Was our torment over? Would we be in the safe fridge box we used to be in? I tried to call little cucumber, he wasn't making any sign of hearing me, he was in full shock. Kids ran by, they looked at the cucumbers in disgust, "ew mommy in don't want green stuff in my salad". Were we going to be safe? The human walked back to the kitchen, picked up the knife and set me up to be chopped. I saw the blade come down at full force, chopping me in half, my juices dripping on the counter, iI let out a yell of agony, yet it seemed it wasn't even heard. She took little cucumber and I and wrapped us up to be placed back in the fridge. We were safe, safe for another day.....