Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 10: #TheMinistry

I still miss Joseph for some dumb reason. I thought he's a good boy mislead by the wet dreams of the romantic Animalist revolution, one that the Carrot Guard Bureau works hard to preserve. For decades the party has pumped propaganda to the feeble minds of the younger generations. Once the revolution is betrayed, rabbits like Joseph would be the first to be shot.

It's a sad story, a tragedy, and animals like me are responsible for brainwashing the youth, completely subservient underneath the bureaucratic elite known as the cats. For too long has this cancer festered, and today, it is the time for us to relinquish the last remnants of resistance.

After coming back home to my apartment to sleep, I was summoned to the CGB building - the nerve centre of the Carrot Union Milieu Control apparatus and the actual seat of power in the country. Guard dogs, armed with heavy-duty Kevlar armour and advanced bullpup rifles, led me inside past the machine-gun nests to the windowless monolith reeking of pollution and burning steel.

"Comrade Leon, this way," said the guard, "Mr Vladimir Putout will be meeting you soon."

To Moshare, I came seeking fortune, but they're making me work until I'm dead.

The cats had it so easy, the dear leader's putting gold on his bread

And it never changed after a thousand years, as the herbivores are the oppressed of the masses, the weak and incapable, all capitulating into a single, sardine-covered throne, and from there, the cats shall rule.

I came to pass the hallway, down the carpeted hallways into a conference room, where the apparent scent of catnip is so apparent that it clung on my nostrils the moment I went inside the chamber, where a handsomely-clad cat awaits on the conference desk nearby alongside a council of other animals.

A lion six-star military general, A wolf Judicator - Dale Lycan, A sheepish preacher, Vladimir putout himself, the brown bear CGB Commander, and Comrade Yosif himself, the General Secretary.

And it came to my senses that I was in the presence of the most powerful animals in the Carrot Union.

My nape hair rose in a choreographed manner, my feet trembling to the coldness of the chamber.

"Please, Comrade Leon," Putout commanded, "Take a seat."

There was no sense in disobeying a superior's order, so I naturally came forward and took the only seat open, which was the one in the middle of the conference.

"Very well," Putout declared with a soft voice, "The conference shall open."

The first question came from Dale Lycan, the supreme judicator, "Mr Leon, what can you tell us about your recent encounter with the Wolf Apple Movement terrorist group?"

I found no reason these guys should hold a conference just to talk about my encounter, but sure.

"Well, all I know is that they broke me out of prison and took me out to their camp in the woods. One of them, an orange cat called Big Mew or something, collaborates with a private named Joseph. I don't know who kidnapped Violet, as I found her gagged and tied up the moment I arrived there."

"Loki von Archelaus," Yosif suddenly interrupted, his voice gruff and old, "He was a great patriot from the old aristocracy, sold out his own family for the revolution, disenfranchised and broken by land development tax."

An extremely elegant name for a fat carpet, but I dare to voice my opinion.

"And Joseph Weasley," Added the lion General, "He was the best of his platoon back at the Carrot Youth, a great pupil for his comrades, a great patriot to this country, and the best son one rabbit could ever have."