Imagine the horror experienced by a sentient carrot, the terrible knowledge that you and all of the others in your field will be harvested for food, and, for the least lucky of you, the atrocity known as carrot juice.

The life of a carrot is a hard one. Completely immobile, your entire existence is a strain, ever upwards toward the sun, toward light and life. But with growth comes vulnerability, first to darkness and thirst, then to weeds, then to the horrid rabbits, other rodents, and even some insects. Since you cannot move, the water which gives you life can drown you if it comes too heavily or too often. And, even then, after surviving all that, your short life is snuffed out in the end by the brute of a farmer that raised you.

Imagine the rage at a culture which idolizes and adores the fiend, Bugs Bunny. How they have reduced his senseless massacre of your brethren to a running gag, simplified it as a simple food fetish.

Imagine the realization that you have been brought into the world solely for the purpose of slaughter and consumption. Imagine the terror of knowing that every carrot in your field will meet the same awful fate, ending their existence in the shopping carts and dinner plates of the monsters which raised each and every one of you.

Imagine knowing all of this, and not being able to fight back, to cry out, to run away. It is as Tool's Angel of the Lord says to Brother Maynard: Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers.

For, tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is the holocaust.