I'm going to have to go with the pear. Not just any pear, a ripe pear. I would never eat a pear that came right off the tree. I would pick the pear, wait a couple of days, then bite into the fruit. I would marvel how the pear tastes and how juicy it is. Then I would take another bite, and another bite till the pear is gone. Then think about how marvelous the world we live in is and how it gives us marvelous things like the pear. But as the taste of the pear fades, I start to think about the life the pear could of had. It had so much to live for. The pear I had just eaten could have became a prospering pear tree, and it could have lots of pear children and be happy. Also that the pear children could have lots of grand pear children. I realized that the pear could have created an empire of its offspring. I couldn't take the pain knowing the crime I had just committed. So I did the only way i could to escape the grief. I took my hand, put it in the fruit bowl, and pulled out a pear. Not just any pear, a ripe pear.
