Pineapples, actually, are quite avarice to loud noise. In particular, fireworks, screams, and police sirens.
I cannot imagine that pineapple had a good night, it's tips seemed slightly more crunchy, alluding to the stress and fear one must assume he felt of becoming yet another burning effigy along with couches, mattresses, and beer cans.
The darkness, however, was a welcome relief. Pineapple was flooded with memories of a time where he could see the stars each night, with only the sound of small, underpaid workers periodically disturbing his sleep. When the warm tropical breezes would keep him and his friends comfortable as they discussed the politics of biodiesel and the impact of invasive species...
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