The Potato III- Legacy

Out of the Dark.

Hands. I remember them. Reaching down; grabbing, scratching, attempting to snag one of us. They did. My brother. He was gone before I could react. Those nasty, grimy, horrible hands took my brother. I was spared. Nobody wants a rotten potato like me and I'm glad for it. My life was saved over my brother's and I regret it everyday. Everyday. Everyday, I get out of my pile of dirt and I go to the puddle of water in my bigger pile of dirt. I see myself. Everyday. Regret. I can't take it anymore.
    I roll outside and see what's left of our ruined society. Dirt. That's it. Only a few of us remain. Myself, a couple of other potatoes just trying to survive in life, and the Governor Potato. Governor Potato has always been the protector of or society. Ever since my brother and I were on our own, he was there. He's held the remnants of our society together for as long as I can remember.
    "Good dirt, Spud." "Good dirt, Governor", I replied with the usual sigh in my voice. "What's on the list for todirt Spud?" "Well, I guess picking more roots, visiting the watering hole, and then to make more and more piles of dirt." The chancellor turned so I could see the deep scar that ran down his face in the light of the sun spot coming from a hole in the dirt above us. His scar was due to the Yam invasion of '6351.
"No, Spud. Todirt is a special day. Your special day, in fact."
Oh, how could I have not realised? It was the date of my sprouting todirt. "No, please Governor, I'm fine with just a regular work day!" Governor chuckled, moving his scar up and down his long and old face as he did so. "Nonsense, come my boy", he beckoned. I followed him into the larger dirt pile he ruled from. "Now that you have come to age..." he began stating while we rolled down the long dirt paved hallway, "there is something I can finally show you." Confused, I just blindly continued following him.
We ended up at a tall dirtway I've somehow never seen before. "Hold on", he said abruptly and then banged his head on the dirtway 7 times.
It opened with a "WOOSH", sending dirt everywhere. After I managed to get the dirt out of my spots, I opened them and stood amazed and breathless. There before me was a thing only stated in legends. It could never exist!! It was impossible! But there it was. There paved into a large stone, was The Potato Prophecy.