Our gorgeous, glorious, watermelon proved to be the immoral (what's that word for a child born out of wedlock?) spawn of cross-pollination. Such perversion! When we went to eat the juicy... white?!... melon, the taste was that of cucumber. Apparently our cucumber plant did the garden polka with the melon... without protection. To say it was an unpleasant surprise is an understatement.
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