Bees came to sit in the small, yellow blossoms.  The fingers of the vine  trailed out into the road.  Some of them were flattened under the tires of passing cars.  When two boys came along on their bicycles, they stopped to look at the plant.  The first boy pulled off a long arm of the vine and swung it above his head in the air.  The second boy said, "Hey, cut that out!  Those are watermelons.  See the little lumps starting behind the flowers?"  And they got back on their bikes and went on.