As I sliced through their red tainted, cold skin with my knife, their fluids dripped through the cutting board, which created a red sticky mess under my shoes. Some of it got on my shirt too. That was when I knew I had to dispose of it. As I chopped through their remains, my hand covered in red fluid I put their upper parts ( or what was left of them) in a bowl to dispose of later. As my mom entered, shocked by what she saw,
I said: Surprise! I cut your frozen strawberries for you!