Daddy and I hurried along to the market so we could choose the best watermelon. My wing-mirrors were essential in helping us pick the juiciest and biggest one.
I just couldn't wait for it to be sliced.
But, when I was given my first piece I chomped away like mad.
I had no control over myself. I kept munching, the watermelon rinds magically kept piling up on my plate, and I was licking my lips for more.
Really, I had no choice. I ate my Croatian watermelon in the only fashion possible - sloppy and drippy with the juice running everywhere. Maybe I really am the number one watermelon eater?
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