The Fiery Carrot

Carrie was a carrot. bum bum bum. But she seemed to have gotten injured. She was turning on a lamp until WHACK WHACK! Some parts of her got Chopped off!! Poor Carrie. The first cut was the deepest. She had incisions in her now. She wondered "What's Left of Me?" Unfortunately not even Nick Lachey could help her because of course, Drew is way better! Like OMV (Oh My Veggie)! But the gates just wouldn't open up for her! She asked to be saved, saved from perilous destruction. It was all just too over her head. She had begun fraying. There were many things wizzing through Carrie's head at this moment. Why had she been whacked? Had she been chosen? And if she was chosen, chosen for what? And most importantly, what had whacked her? All this she pondered. Unfortunately the whacker wasn't ready to make nice, so the discovery of the whacker's identity would have to wait. Carrie would also have to wait in order to find out if she was chosen.

Meanwhile her friend Broccoli (Brocci) was wondering where Carrie had ventured off to. Broccoli was feeling slightly lonely because Rutabega (Baga) was on a treasure hunt.

But like all things in life, Carrie couldn't wait forever. She had to move along, move along. However, when Carrie had a mission, she was on fire. *sizzle sizzle* Why? Only the Juicer knew for it had drunk the forbidden drink, carrot juice. *gasp* Well there was nothing the orange Carrie could do now so she decided to dance. She rocked hard. She breakdanced like no other. She was the star. She was the glue. And so Carrie waited