I’m sorry Mr. Carrot,
I know you spent your entire existence here on earth with a dream to be eaten. To be eating some starving person. Someone who perhaps needed some fuel after an early evening 3 mile run? Yes, I’m sure that is a good destiny. To be consumed by someone who was going to use you for energy. Dipping you in Tribe Original Hummus would have made you even happier, I’m sure of it.
My momma always told me everyone & everything was created in God’s image and is perfect in God’s eyes but I just can’t. You just don’t look normal. You don’t look like the rest of them.



