This one time, a small boy with no mother went to the store. He had purchised a small turtle. He named him Lyle and everyday he would pick him up and make him race his pet carrott. This amazed the boy as the carrott would sometimes win. He looked into it and discovered that his carrott had legs. It walked freely when the boy wasn't home. When he got home the carrott would play dead so the boy would never learn of his secret. After losing the first race to the turtle, the carrott had low self esteem. So the carrott had to race. But racing never made him happy. However, when the boy discover he had legs, the carrott felt loved. For what he had kept a secret was what was really making him blue. But he then got more deppressed all of the sudden. It was the heroin. He quit, killed the turtle and the boy and regained happiness. He was a fucked up carrott.

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