Wild cucumber

You loved walking in the forest. Alone, without prying eyes and ears, without conversations. So it was today - early in the morning you went into the forest to pick ripe berries. The sun was not yet too hot, it smelled of freshness and herbs. You walked through a field of wheat. Soon you came across a small lake and followed the flow of a small river, which wound like a blue ribbon from the lake to the forest. You passed a small oak grove and finally entered and finally found a whole clearing of berries. Beautiful, ripe and sweet. So you managed to collect a whole basket, until suddenly, unexpectedly, you came across something sharp that scratched your hand. Looking down, your gaze fell on a strange, oblong-shaped fruit with players on the peel? A vegetable? Berry? "What the hell?" flashed through your mind, while at the same time your hand reached out to rip off this... Strange thing....

• STOP! DON'T TEAR ME AWAY!
• Fuck what? Who? — IT'S ME! WILD CUCUMBER! DON'T EAT ME FOR THE SAKE OF OUR LORD JESUS! Leave me in this forest... I don't want to become a domestic cucumber, they are so... Ugly, pathetic. And I am WILD CUCUMBER! What the hell is going on here? You've already managed to think that you've gone crazy, and in the end, having decided to quickly get the hell out of here, you've once again reached for those wild cucumbers with the intention of just taking and leaving.
• NO! DON'T DO THIS! BEFORE HUMAN INTERVENTION ALL CUCUMBERS WERE LIKE THIS, UNTIL HUMANS SPOILED MY BROTHERS...