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       The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .3
       By: Bubble Date: March 30, 2014, 10:38 am
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       Hi, so we had to do this story about the journey of wasted food
       in English, and I won a prize for mine :D
       Hope you like and please comment ;)
       - BubbleZ
       The story of a wasted carrot
       I can only see darkness. I try calling for help, but what use is
       that? I am just a carrot! Humans do not understand the language
       that carrots speak. They are stupid and ignorant, these humans.
       They do not consider the feelings of others. Wait, are you
       saying you have absolutely no idea who I am? Oh, goodness, my
       manners! I am Clara the carrot. I was born in the summer, when
       the sun was shining bright, the bees were humming, and the
       children were laughing and playing. I longed to be out there
       with them. I just couldn’t wait any longer! Just that moment,
       the farmer suddenly comes over to me and starts yanking my stem.
       I felt like screaming. The pain was just so unbearable. I just
       wanted to be back in my cozy little patch of earth, listening to
       everything going on around me. But the farmer just shoved me in
       a sack, along with some other vegetables, and went back to his
       house.
       The sack opened. I blinked my eyes, as it was the first time I
       had seen light. Well this couldn’t get any worse, I thought. I
       was wrong. Suddenly, this big, furry creature came lumbering
       towards me. It started licking me. I was horrified. Well, it
       just did get worse, I thought. “Now Timmy, that’s our dinner! We
       don’t want your slobbery tongue rubbing all over it!” A voice
       said. I realized it was the farmer’s wife. Timmy backed away
       sadly. “There, there Timmy. We will give you a nice, juicy bone
       instead!” she said. Timmy definitely looked a lot happier. The
       farmer’s wife sighed and looked at me. “Well, I guess we can’t
       eat this, now that you’ve slobbered all over it, Timmy! We’ll
       just have to throw it away!” She picked me up and quickly threw
       me in the dustbin. I was enclosed by smelly and nasty rubbish.
       So here I am now, in the horrible rubbish bin. I must have
       fallen asleep a while ago, as I can catch a glimpse of the light
       of dawn beaming through the rubbish bin lid. Suddenly, this man
       just came, took the rubbish and dumped it in this sort of
       vehicle with loads of other rubbish. Oh great, I thought, just
       what I needed. This has to be the worst moment of my life, being
       surrounded with rotten apples, crumpled soda cans and unfinished
       McDonalds. After about 20 minutes, and a few stops to other
       rubbish bins on the way, we arrived at this massive area filled
       with garbage. Oh, please don’t dump me in that horrible place, I
       prayed. Just what I thought. The man did! See what I mean when I
       say humans don’t consider the feelings of others?
       It is my worst nightmare come true. I never dreamed that I would
       end up in this dump. Still, I suppose, it’s better than being
       eaten. Your life would probably be over within half an hour! I
       look at the man. He has this weird device on his ears and he
       seems to be listening to music, not even paying the slightest
       bit of attention at me or the other rubbish .I hear a sigh, and
       I see another fellow carrot. “That man doesn’t even care about
       us.” the carrot said. She looked like she was going to cry. I
       feel so angry. I feel like shouting “Hey you! Why don’t you pay
       attention to us poor unwanted rubbish instead of listening to
       your stupid music? We may not be humans but we still have
       feelings!” That would teach him a lesson or two. But, though I
       would love to do that, I sadly can’t. I am just a useless
       carrot. I guess I should just wait here until I find out what
       life has in store for me now……..
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       Re: The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .
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       By: Bubble Date: March 30, 2014, 10:51 am
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       ;~; No one?
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       Re: The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .
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       By: ~Smiley~ Date: March 30, 2014, 10:55 am
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       That was beautiful xD
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       Re: The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .
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       By: Bubble Date: March 30, 2014, 10:58 am
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       Thank yew :D
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       Re: The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .
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       By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 2:49 pm
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       NOOOOOOO!!! MR- I mean MS CARROT!!!!  :'(
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       Re: The story of a wasted carrot - Original story - By BubbleZ .
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       By: Bubble Date: March 31, 2014, 5:58 am
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       xD
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