The unfairness of it all

Again I was reading Paul from, which I encourage anyone and everyone to do, though the reason I’m writing is it made me think of this:

One afternoon from a dinner plate a few carrots, a piece of broccoli, an asparagus and a slice of pumpkin were all in intense debate about unfairness of all their so very short lives.

“The alfalfa sprouts…” cried the broccoli. “So innocent and fresh – eaten first! Where’s the justice in that? Did anyone even bother to ask them whether they wanted to experience life as it should be? I think not! This place is makes no sense”

“But at least they went at their prime” retorted the soggy pumpkin. “Look at me, I’m old and useless – who would even want to eat me anymore anyway?”

The soggy pumpkin was wrong because at that very moment she was gobbled up. While screaming at the thought of her impending pain, she secretly felt a sense of affirmation.

“I was good enough to eat after all” – were the last words that crossed her mind.

But that just enraged one particular carrot. “You see?” shouted the irate carrot. ” She might have been soggy but at least she was different, look at me – I’m just like all these other slices of carrot, all bundled up in a pile… Why am I even here, I’m just living the same pointless reality as everyone else and then I’ll just die and no one will even remember…”

The carrot was right, shortly after his rant, he did die. Unfortunately, it was only moments before the asparagus had a chance to tell him that he was so very different. The asparagus could see that he was clearly the thickest slice of the pile and would always remember that – but it was too late.

“The unfairness of it all” groaned the asparagus… “The unfairness of it all”

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