transvestite zucchini

So, not unlike the Ugly Duckling, who one day unexpectedly produced vast quantities of sex appeal and pretty white feathers, the zucchini plant the other day unexpectedly produced several yellow squashes. I realized after this happened that yellow squashes make me happier than zucchinis anyway, so I was overall pretty pleased with the whole situation. Not that it mattered, ultimately, as immediately after the production of yellow squashes, they rotted into white goo and the plant's gloriously gigantic and blustery leaves crumpled sadly to the ground. Now I'm like the fox and the grapes: I don't have a zucchini plant OR a yellow squash plant. Or grapes. The story of the Ugly Duckling didn't end so tragically, did it?