After days of the broccoli decomposing in the market, full of radioactive materials, other broccoli, carrots, and a potato gathered round the scene before them. They all looked in utter dismay, faces filled with only the most distraught of emotions, they together bowed and wept in respect for the loss of one of their own. The weepings when on for days, only, as each new sunrise came to pass, fewer and fewer of the people of the land gave their respects. This seemingly endless cycle of lacking continued, well until their was but only one left. The potato...
