Once upon a time there was a bell pepper who insisted he was a pumpkin. While he had the perfect shape of a miniature pumpkin, no one could deny that he had the color, size, smell, and texture of a bell pepper.
No matter what I said to convince him, he continued to insist that he was a pumpkin.
Just when I was about to give up hope of ever proving his wrongness, I came up with a plan:
I chopped him up and covered him with ranch dressing and ate him in my salad.
Now he doesn't think he's a pumpkin anymore.
The End.
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