The Carrot On A Mission

~DAY ONE~

I...am a carrot. I sit in a plastic bag all day, awaiting The Great Unknown. My fellow carrots wait with me, not knowing what to expect. There are stories from the other foods. They tell us that others came before us, but they soon left and never returned. I plan to take control of my fate, and be the first carrot to return to the fridge.


~DAY TWO~

So far, nothing of great interest has happened. There are rumors going around that today is Tuesday, meaning tomorrow is Soup Day. I'm a bit nervous, but I trust I will be victorious in the fight for survival.


~DAY THREE~

(no entry)


~DAY FOUR~

I spent all of yesterday recovering from a viscous attack that came a few hours earlier than expected. There I was, thinking up my escape plan, when the fridge suddenly lit up, blinding all that were in it. Just as I was finally getting adjusted to this, something reached out from the light and grabbed me! I hardly had time to react before I was thrown onto a cold, smooth surface, my top being held down with such a force I thought I would go through the strange new surface. All of a sudden, I saw the figure which had grabbed me from the fridge raise a shiny blade. It was in that moment that I became aware of what was about to happen. I refused to scream as the blade chopped through my lower half time and time again. The pain was intense, everlasting, incredible. Eventually, it ended, and I was thrown back into the fridge, where I would spend the next few hours recovering slowly. I think that if it weren't for my abnormally long carrot body, I would have went where all the other lost foods have gone. I fear the remains of my body won't last very long...


TO BE CONTINUED...