Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 6: #DegeneratesPartTwo

"Ugh! Big Mew's shirt is wet with peepee poopoo!"

"And what did you expect, yeah, big boy?" I naturally scowled, "Crashing headfirst to the sewer system from about ten feet!"

"Big Mew hear small white rabbit complain! Big Mew does not care!"

"Calm down, sir. It is all part of the plan, I assure you!" Joseph interrupted, "We best get moving."

"Comrade Joseph speaks the truth!" Big Mew echoed, "Small white rabbits stay silent!"

These guys are fecking assholes, I hate them, but of course, I'll keep it secret, else that fat orange carpet might beat me up into a rabbit stew, then season me with carrots.

"Fine, I give up! I won't say anything else, alright?" I said,

"Small white rabbit Silent!"

"Big Mew, calm down!" Joseph interjected quickly, "Mr Leon is not to be harmed!"

Oh boy, on one side, they call me mister, and on the other side, they call me a small white rabbit. Why can't they just call me Leon and be freaking done with it!

"Hmph...Alright," Big Mew said, "We move north, we go outside prison, we gather at woodland!"

And stupid me thought I could test my luck again, for damn I feel angry with this giant orange cunt.

"You got a plan, big boy?" I sneered.

"Hush, Mr Leon, let us not test our luck again."

It was fortunate that Joseph defused my intentions, one that I realised approximately five seconds later to be a very dumb move.

And so we went down the dark and grimy hall filled with filth and poop with silence, save for the sound of dripping sewage and sewer rats. It was dark, but not so dark, not so dark that I could trip down, but dark enough to keep the foul smell away.

The sewer has the consistency of dog shit, and the flow of stale urine, the texture of the ground felt earthy and soft, and God knows what we're stepping on other than complete shit, but I wouldn't complain, for fear of offending the orange cat is too much.

After a five minute walk, we could see the light at the end of the tunnel and the sound of klaxons and sirens from afar. The only thing I could bet is that some shifty stuff is going on, as Joseph never says anything.

"Psst...Joseph..."

"What is it, sir?" He whispered.

"Where are we exactly going?"

"We're exiting this country! We'll regroup at Pawfield, and from there, we'll get you to safety!"

"Getting you to safety, you shifty little rabbit...."

And yet, there was no response from Joseph, and an uncomfortable silence ensued.

Seconds passed, and I recollected my mind. Is Joseph trying to guilt-trip me? Or am I just overthinking as usual?

....

And of course, I'd fall for it, cause it isn't myself if its not filled bottoms up with stupid thoughts, naivety, and impulse.

"Look, I'm sorry I hit your head with that vodka bottle last night, but for crying out loud, I was pissed off last evening, okay?"

But my remark drew unwanted attention as Big Mew turned around angrily and came straight right to me. "Small white rabbit hits Comrade Joseph with a vodka bottle?"

Big Mew bent down and gazed down upon me as I fell to sewage, his sharp feline fangs showing. Fear quickly engulfed me, as all I saw was the eye of a predator looking for rabbit flesh.

"Stand down, Big Mew. Mr Leon is not to be harmed!"

And it felt sinking in my chest the moment Big Mew withdrew away from my sight, as never had I thought someone would stand up to me, especially a little kit like Joseph. I found it hard to utter words after that, but Joseph came close and gave me his paw.

"Okay, I accept your apology, sir, and I also apologise for disturbing your night."

After that, I didn't say anything else as my tongue was petrified and twisted from the adrenaline pumping through my meagre body. I thought about how patient Joseph is at that moment, since all I did was complain since he came right to me.

But that question remains - why did he even come by my cell to rescue me? What good can come out from this?

Another question for another day, as I fear pissing up the brute again.

Moments later, we went out the sewers into the moonlight, where cold air greeted us with its frosty kiss straight to my chest fur, down to my butthole.

And there I saw many rabbits dressed in guerilla outfits, armed with weapons ranging from farming equipment to assault rifles waiting for us, not one I recognised.

"Well, Mr Leon, we're out of the forest, now we're safe."

"Safe? What do you mean safe? W-what the hell are you all doing? H-how did you get assault rifles?"

Two rabbits came by me and offered to follow them, and with Big Mew looking down at me, I know there's no other way than to follow them. We came out to the field, under the shade of darkness, and into an opening to a vast abandoned botanical garden.

And it somewhat felt strange to feel the grass on my feet, after working years in the city of concrete and glass, breathe the fresh green air, and hear that strangely familiar insects chirping away their lives, trying to find a mate to have children with - it felt liberating.

Moments later, we came down to that familiar square, where the vast creeping plants and moss had taken over a statue of Comrade Yosif, and there we stopped, right on the cobblestone path.

There were tents, campfires, crates, and duffel bags. Bags of potatoes, carrots, canteens, and plenty of not just rabbits, but cats, wolves, and pet hamsters carrying little bags, all walking and working around the perimeter as if they are preparing for an incoming attack

Big Mew has joined his comrades, and they are setting up emplacement turrets and rabbit holes near the choke point, but not Joseph; Joseph stayed with me.

"Joseph, what is going on, really? What are these guys? What are you planning to do with me?"

"Well, Mr Leon, these guys are my friends!"

"I can see that, but why do they have assault rifles? Are they soldiers? Are we going to some military camp?"

Joseph smiled, "Well, we're freedom fighters! We're fighting for the freedom of the animals of the Carrot Union!"

"By kidnapping me?"

"Well...No, but actually yes..."

That is when I heard a distant scream, a woman scream coming out from the way we came in, and the sudden rush of those guerilla fighters that went to apprehend the source.

And that is when I saw her - Violet Lycan, that brown coated woof-woof wriggling and struggling away to escape as a dozen rabbits try to apprehend her with.

"HEEEEEEELP!" She screamed, "Somebody! Help me!"

And the only response that Joseph gave me was a naughty smile before he stood up and led me away to meet her.

"Of course, we'll need something or someone valuable to leverage our position here. That's where Lady Violet came in!"

Ha, funny joke, am I right? I hate myself.

"And what am I?"

"Oh, and you're the fool!"

....

"THE FOOL?!!"