"Look! Tussle on the west side."

From the top of the First National Bank, we could see some kind of irregular commotion.

"They're going nuts."

"Are they fighting amongst themselves? And what's that squealing noise? Never heard them do that before."

"It's headed this way."

There was a small stampede of them, running with their bushy carrot tops out ahead of them.

"We should get back down and warn the others. If they all rush the doors--"

"No, wait! There's something behind them."

"They look like... giant chickens."

"With riders! There's silver on their saddles!"

The giant chickens were tearing the Carrot Men apart.

We could see their big bushy carrot tops bobbing around as they trashed the storefronts below.

"It freaks me out they can't climb."

"Rooted to the earth! Their tips have to touch the ground or they fall asleep. Proven."

"I know. But it still freaks me out."

The thrashing and smashing were terrible. Their tiny arms seemed so weak and fragile, but they could still throw bricks, and tear mailboxes out of the sidewalk.

"Why are they even doing this? It's not like they want to live here."

"Maybe they do. The next step in carrot evolution."

"Work in stores? Go to schools?"

"Seems ok for us. Maybe they're tired of living in dirt."

There was a huge crash as they found some plate glass window they'd missed.

"C'mon. Let's get back down and go to sleep. I've got a test tomorrow."

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

"Keep your voice down. Do you want to go back?"

"Well... no."

"Ok then. It's just around the next corner. We'll each grab two six packs and be back before you know it."

"Alright. I'm ready."

"Shhhhh - wait. Listen!"

"...... I don't hear anything."

"I heard a rustle... "

"NOW you're freaking me out."

Suddenly Manny pulled me back around the corner.

It was then I saw the shadows of the carrot tops, coming down the street.