Cucumber:

A cucumber went up the path, waddling upon its wee lil legs. Towards the garden soil he wandered, having on his heart one ambitious and mighty goal. Though others may have considered his goal wee and lil, he knew it was Adwa who had placed it on his heart. You see, it was near the end of ol' cucumber's life and he knew well that his days had grown long. Mighty Adwa was calling upon him to return to the grand garden in the sky. As he waddled, a chipmunk sprinted up to him from behind. Before Cucumber knew what for, Mr. Chipmunk took a wee lil nibble out of his rompus. Cucumber ignored him, set his eyes forward and steadfast. Mr. Chipmunk released a mischievous cackle as he ran off. Cucumber did not allow himself to be upset or deterred. Next, a scavenging seagull swooped down and snatched up Cucumber in his mighty beak and craw. He flew off with him, in the opposite direction of Cucumber's glorious destination. Until, the piece of his body upon which seagull gripped broke off, causing Cucumber to take a tumble. He fell, luckily, upon the green grass. Thank Adwa, his body was still intact, other than a few nibbles. He rolled and rolled until he sprung himself up. Up and onto his feet. Again, he set his eyes forward, steadfast and strong. It did not matter to him that he had been delayed. He walked and walked until he met up with Mr. Ant. Mr. Ant stepped in front of him and said, "Harumph! Excuse me sir? Do you mind if I have a nibble?" 

Cucumber looked at him, laughed and said, "I really would rather if you would not."

"Very well," said Mr. Ant. "Tell me, to whence are you travelling?"

"I go to find soil," Cucumber whispered.

"My oh my!" Ant exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so! I know of a perfect plot. It's much closer than the one to which you are going! I will tell you... Perhaps if you allow me and, perhaps some of my friends, to take a nibble from you, we shall lead you there! Oh, goodness! I am in fact so, so very hungry! And you look tired."

Cucumber glanced downward and sighed, "Very well."

At that moment, surrounding Cucumber were thousands of wee lil ants. They climbed and prodded at him, chewing and nibbling. Cucumber watched sadly as a long line of ants processed away from him and towards a wee lil hole in the ground off yonder. Until there was not an ant left remaining. Cucumber shed a tear. He waited a long moment for Mr. Ant to return, to lead him to his eternity home but Mr. Ant did not return. 

Cucumber again set his eyes forward, firm and steadfast and set out once again. He took long and limber strides with one image in his cucumber mind. He envisaged a glorious paradise of a garden. A garden in which every plant was free to grow. Where every creature was welcome and friendly. 

Until, there! Lo! And over the horizon! At the bottom of a grassy knoll, lay a massive plot of soil. He eyed it with an air of overwhelmed joy and awe. He fell to his knees and wondered. He praised Adwa. When he regained strength, he stood and tumbled on his side, rolling all the way down the knoll until he was at the gate. He leapt up and climbed in, where he settled down on his side, nestling his lil wee feet into the deep and fertile soil. At that moment, Adwa took him. In that moment, his cucumber body began to wither. And the seeds from within the shell of his body took root, deep in the fertile soil. The nibble marks, once disfiguring his body, were melded into these seeds, which took root, deep, deep into the fertile soil. The next moment, a wee lil leafling sprouted up, up into the air from the fertile soil. And the next moment, a wee lil flower sprouted up, up, out, out from the leafling. And the very next moment, a wee lil baby cucumber sprouted from, from the wee lil flower, which sprouted up, up from the fertile soil. Then another! And another! So it is, we all begin with a mission in life, a goal. Adwa places upon our hearts that mission, that goal. We search the fertile soil, sometimes all through life. When we find it, we eagerly plant our seed there, water, nurture it until Adwa makes it grow and multiplies it. This, my friends, the miracle of life, the miracle of love is the reason all of us have been placed on this wide, green and fertile Aretz. It is fertile and green, waiting for the seed of love. The love within each and every one of our hearts. 

"Until a seed falls and dies, it does not bear fruit."