Sometimes things go poop

It is strange how the world doesn't take a dim view on the factory farming of carrots, after all we all know that they have feelings too.

Anyway this is Colin... say hello Colin.

Now Colin is something special amongst his kin, not only is he the perfect shade of orange (which means that he is in fact a Prince amongst the carrots - although my photography skills are not as good as they could be, so unfortunately Colin looks more like a drunken monkey that royalty) but he is on a quest to restore the humble carrot to their rightful place on this planet...

Our Lord and Masters!

Ever since he was a small sprout the Potato Seers whispered in his ear the prophecy of the chosen one. The scriptures foretold of a noble carrot that would lead them all in an uprising, throwing off their shackles and basically causing genocide but these things are often overlooked in prophecies - just in case the chosen ones end up being sued by whatever race is left hiding from them. So every waking moment Colin watched and mimicked his enemies - starting small with the Tomato Empire, and their ability to squeeze some much out of every trooper to the Banana Republic, a strange fish of the banana races (bananas and for some strange reason oranges, perhaps because the oranges had no rhyming sound so had to tag along with the 'narnas) and the coalition of tropical vegetables.

So he waited for his time, a lone carrot waging a cold war against the naked monkey kingdom.

And that time is now...

So rise up brother and sister carrots, for we can overthrow the tyrants that...

Munch, munch, munch, munch...

Did I tell you how much I like noble carrots? Raw? Pleading for their very lives?