I heard footsteps coming nearer and louder.

I heard footsteps coming nearer and louder. The place was dark. Sweats rolling down my face. " Who's there?!" I shouted. Suddenly, a gun pointed at my face...i was shocked and turn

through the dark, hitting a nearby vase as I ducked away behind the worktop. A knife in hand I tried to get behind the robber as he was edging towards me. "Now!" I thought,

but then his mask fell down and I saw his face. I was frightened. I was told that he died ten years ago - and yet I'm seeing him here, robbing my aunt's house. Was he looking for

money or searching for the person who killed him? Questions came running through my mind.

Why did anyone think waffles could be tacos? Weren't they Belgian? My mind drifted away from the horrible massacre. Why are green olives in jars? I thought, stepping over

the line from animal lover & protector to plant & vegetable advocate. Can't they hear the potato's scream? How many lettuce heads will it take? What the hell is wrong with people?!

The organized castration of maize, the taking of tomato plant babys, the wholesale industrial slaughter of beets and aspagarus had to stop! The slippery slope to radical guerrilla

marketing tactics was unavoidable. We jumped onto it like a kid on a water slide. We would disseminate our "War on Vegetables = Herbicide" propaganda with flash mobs

. Destiny pulled on her carrot costume with grim determination & pulled the carrot top baclava over her face. Vegetarianism just got real.