My story

The ugly tomato

Hi my name is Terrance the tomato, I live in a beautiful garden with my family and many other tomato varieties

My gardener is the best; we call him ‘green fingers’ he knows exactly what I like

I love to sit under the sun so I can grow and become a big boy like my parents, I also like to be in the wind so it will help me pollinate.

I don’t look like the other tomatoes . . . . . . I’m not perfect and round and I’m not rosy and red.

The perfect tomatoes bully me because of my image; they call me names like. . . . . . Genetic freak. . . . . . . .Mr Ugly. . . . . . . . .Fatty and lumpy.

They tell me that no one will ever want to buy me because im a ‘deformed piece of fruit’.

They don’t realise that I taste amazing, Green Fingers tells me that I spice up the garden and when im ready ill taste sweet and rich

I get all these qualities from seeds passed down from my mummy and daddy; Green Fingers says im a ‘living antique’ and more people should plant me

Why don’t you plant me?

Or at least taste me?

It will make me very happy and I promise I won’t disappoint you!