Diary From The Carrot Union

Teaser For Next Story: Nachos

Last thing I remember was getting unconscious in the forest, my friends shot dead, and the bag on my head.

And yet the noon skies shone down upon me as I awakened to the sound of sunny shores, feeling white sand upon my paws and the taste of copper on my mouth, for they have beaten me down and brought me to a strange land smelling of dead seaweed...Or is it just the sewage?

A wharf roach crept inside my shirt, and the rabbit inside me jumped up like a hamster on crack, so I jumped out from the shade straight to hot sand and screamed again. I jumped again, and landed straight onto a giant ball of fur, which turns out to be Big Mew, soaked and sleeping on the wet shoreline like some sort of oversized walrus.

And so Big Mew decompressed his foul morning breath smelling of rotten sardines and chum, and it isn't less of a scent from the deepest trench of hell, but I'm glad that he's still alive.

"Big Mew! You're okay?"

"Eh?" Big Mew just grumbled as a response, laying with his legs tucked together like a walrus.

"I say are you okay?"

"Aeueueueuegh..." Big Mew bawled, turning over and laid belly up, grumbling again as he decided to continue his sleep on the sand.

This is definitely uncharted territory, cause I never recalled anything else other than cold weather and depression on Carrot Union, that or we must be somewhere south, that or my mind has gone crazy from heat stroke.

"Is this real, Big Mew?"

"Aeugh...Eugh..."
Seeing that he'll not move without incentive, I looked around and tried to find something of interest - preferably some sort of fish or burritos, but all I see is green foliage and coconut trees.

I didn't give up, so I came back to Big Mew and tried dragging his large body before the sea swallowed him whole. It's heavy, as expected, but I can't afford losing him.

"Come on Big Mew, we must get out from here."

"Uh Uh..."

"We'll get out nachos somewhere...Okay?"

He grumbled again as I dragged him inland near the grassy sand, and every inch of the way I could feel my arms snapping upon his sheer weight, until it reached a point where my lungs finally burned out a few inches inland.

I'm going to need an entire wagon to carry Big Mew if he isn't willing to move, but there's no such thing in this wilderness.

"Come on Big Mew, we can't be like this! We have to get out from the beach."

No response from him, I guess he has fallen unconscious once more, dreaming about salmon fish, catnip, and burritos, and the best thing I could do now is to leave him and explore, but my conscience irks to not leave him.

And so I find ourselves a spot I covered with dead palm leaves, gasping my breath as I continued dragging him inland near the shade with the remainder of my strength to the new bed of leaves, before letting him lay down there.

"Big Mew," I poked him awake, "Big Mew stays here, I guess I'll find where we are...J-just yell if you need anything, alright? I...I'll see if I can find us some food."

Big Mew croaked in response, and went back asleep.

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The more I trekked the forest, the more I soon realized that there was indeed some semblance of civilization in the form of dirt roads and bamboo railings - the only problem is that the path was overgrown and abandoned, and I doubt that I'd find someone randomly strolling his way deep inside this wilderness.

And still, I can't shake off the feeling that I'm being watched by something, or someone.

But a few hundred meters inland near the river and I found a small village connected to some concrete road. With no other logical options in mind, I set away my prejudice and entered the gateway.

The buildings were made with hay and wood, and plots of green corn fields greeted my way in. There were some armed guards as usual, but there were rabbits everywhere that arrived from these school buses with farming equipment and all these luggages. Curious, I decided to come over and figure out what's going on.

There was this cat sniffing catnip infused cigar that saw the curious me, calling me over to the line of workers, with a kalashnikov holstered on his arm, and both of us know the reason I came here isn't for work.

"Ey, you!" Officer cat snarled, "Why aren't you on the line?"

"I...I don't even know why I'm here, s-sir...I came from the beach, I was stranded here."

Officer cat raised his brows, thinking for a solid five seconds before he took a sickle from the rack and gave it to me, "Well, you got nothing better to do, ay? Take this and join the others! Starting from today, you work on Nacho field!"

"W-wait! My friend, a cat, he's still in the forest! W-we need to get him back?"

"Eh, cat? Sure, we'll get a few of our guys there, for now you work!"

And they made it clear that I have to work there as they drew their rifles and stuck it to my tiny belly, gesturing for me to move forward to the line, and there I went.

If only I knew what I was getting myself into...

The Nachos business...