The Farm

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Red, red, red as far as the eye can see; and being a carrot means you have excellent eyesight. Rows and rows and rows of red and green crops in the fields. I can see a barn over on the far side of the farm near the manor and whta must be the farmer on a tractor out in the farthest field.

As I make my way over to the barn, I am confronted by a huge bright red tomato. "Hey" he said, "What ya doing on my farm?". "I um, I was separated from my friends and washed here" I said. "Humph, likely story" he mumbled, "Well, you can leave now".

I'm shocked. It was so abrupt, he just told me to leave and he didn't even need to think about about it.

"Um, excuse me?" I replied. "You heard me." he said, "leave now or pay the price. I don't like you, you're not red, you have big green leaves on your head!"

"We'll I would leave if I could buy I've nowhere to go! My friends are all gone I have no one to help!"

"I don't care just leave already! Go back to the bush where you came from; the kangaroos will soon finish you off!"

And that is it! I will tolerate no more! I walk to the barn to hide in the straw. In here it is cosy and warm, no one can find me I'll be all alone. I can feel myself drifting off to sleep, I'll worry in the morning of what to do next.

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