In a large garden, on a farm, grew a patch of carrots, but unbeknownst to Mr. Gardner, his carrot seeds had sprouted into something more than just the average plant. One day his daughter parked her lawn mower by the patch and sat down with her iced water to weed the onions nearby. To her astonishment she heard the carrots whispering among themselves.
“Uh, Mr. Carrot, welcome to the ‘Le Carrot Salon’. Please be seated, and what can I do for your leafy stalks today?”
“Just a trim if you please. I hear that it is not so fashionable this year to expose the stalk but rather just a little trim to fluff the leaves.”
“So, so. Indeed that is true.”
“I have just now heard something terrible that could indeed damage our style to the highest degree,” a little ladylike carrot piped up.
“What might that be?”
“Our stylish salon is in danger. I have heard of the Human, who in one foul snap destroys our weeks of work and style. This snap leaves the head bare and disgraceful.”
“Uh, what disgusting manners; to leave this master of the salon with no stalks to snip and style?”
“I’ve heard that it is true. Why only last week one of our dear maidens was dealt with in such a manner and none have seen her since.”
“Terrible! Who might this maiden be?”
“But no! I spent hours last week styling her most fragile stalks. A snip here and there, a little curl and how the tiny sprouts on her leaves did blossom at my touch.”
“It was a terrible thing, but will it happen again? It is damaging to our entire patch to lose such beauty.”
“What could the Humans want with such cruelty to damage our best vanity?”
“I have heard an even darker secret yet.”
“What might that be?”
“That they take our stalks and feed them to the chickens. The chickens I tell you! The lowly scratching animals who destroy our fragile work in moments.”
“Carotee must have died of a broken heart with such a disgrace. Every young man would turn from her in shame.”
“It is the Humans that should be ashamed of their vile manners and disgusting practices to destroy our future in such a manner.”
Mr. Gardner’s daughter shook her head in amusement. Was she suffering from heat stroke to imagine such nonsense? With a decisive move she reached across to the carrot patch and tore a carrot from the ground, snapped the stalk and threw it over the fence to the chickens.
Yum, fresh carrots tasted so good.
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