013 Fruit

Finding a more open space, Ethan Brooks squatted down and began to carefully observe the fruit in front of him. It was taken from the plant that the seed was given by the ant's queen.

"How did you manage to pick it, is it ripe?" he asked. The ants immediately conveyed a wave of affirmation.

Ethan Brooks hummed in acknowledgment, holding the fruit in his hands and studying it for a long time, unsure of where to start biting into it, mainly because he didn't know what unpredictable things he might discover. The ants grew impatient watching him, performing an anxious dance like ants on a hot pan, running in circles on the ground.

"Alright," Ethan Brooks mustered his courage and carefully took a bite. Crunch.

The fruit had a thick skin, but the flesh inside was crisp. A strong, sour taste burst in his mouth, with the thick skin releasing a foul juice, like orange peel mixed with a large amount of mustard, wrapped around a bitter melon that had been dipped in ginger juice, vigorously