Maybe Tomorrow - Part 2 of 3 (or 4)

Over the rubber belts and through the various bits of machinery in the harvester went the little cucumber. (Can't you tell I've feck all idea how custumbers get harvested?) Soon he was being chilled down in order to stay fresh for a long journey.

The next thing he knew, he was in a huge warehouse (he wasn't sure how he knew it was called a warehouse, but there we go - Artistic licence) along with thousands of other cucumbers - but he didn't know any of them, they'd all come from different areas of the field. It's not a well known fact, but cucumbers aren't big travellers. Another rubber belt, and he found himself approaching a big machine that made nasty noises.

Khwoomp! Thwack! *slither* Chonk!

The little cucumber found himself wrapped in plastic. He could still see (cucumbers have eyes?) through it, but he was utterly encased in clear shiny plastic. It was an odd feeling, slightly vulnerable, being on show for the world - but at the same time he felt strangely secure.

After another travel, this time in a truck, in a green plastic tray with a hundred other cucumbers, suddenly the little cucumber was doused in fluorescent light. It was warm, and the cucumber was content.

Then, he was picked up and inspected by a woman in a black and white costume. She had funny headgear, and some kind of cross on a necklace round her throat. She looked the cucumber up and down, running a professional eye over his shape.

"Flippin' 'eck!" thought the cucumber. "I wonder what she wants with me!"