> And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. > One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then > And I b

> And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. > One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then > And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" > And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! > You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust."