One I tasted and threw away as I ran to the pump for relief.

The other I hurled at a dog on my way to school.
So that last melon on the vine had my undivided affection.

It grew in size and reputation, and soon I learned that a reputation is about the worst thing that a watermelon can acquire while it is on the vine.

I invited everybody that came to the house to go and see my watermelon.
They looked it over and said pleasant things about it.

When I was a boy people used to treat children and watermelons with a like solicitude.
Both were a subject for jests and both produced similar reactions in the human countenance.
Aunt Deel often applied the watermelon test to my forehead and discovered in me a capacity for noise which no melon could rival.