Vegetables Are Dangerous People
Vegetables Are Dangerous People
By Weasel
Police surrounded the farmer's home, hostages were taken, and no one was backing down for complete control over the situation. In the barn was a little girl, hiding from the mess outside. She was about seven or eight years of age, and didn't understand why the police were so intolerant of their food. "The government has had enough," she spoke quietly. She remembered all the times she had to keep quiet about the plants they grew. She was always told to lie whenever someone had asked her about their farm. "I believe we're growing carrots now. Lots of carrots." No one ever bothered to ask anymore of the child. Foolishness, the world saw it as. She had loved carrots all her life, and could tell you all the different ways you could cook them. She even had some hidden in her hiding spot for snacks, but she never touched them.
They came for her family, currently inside the home with three hostages taken. They were visitors, new friends made a week ago. Now, they were the hostages who made a poor choice when it came to trusting people. Guns were waved and warning shots were fired; signaling the "don't come near here or everyone is dead" speech. It's always a wonder how so many actions can speak volumes rather than words. The gunmen in the home were completely wired on various energy drinks and cups of caffeine. Think of them as having eight big gulps from the corner store filled with straight black coffee. Their hands were trembling and the weapons carried hare triggers. There was no time for games. There never was any time for games, but there was always time for family.
She never understood why the government hated their crop. Was it their culture? Or maybe the fact that they were Hispanic growing nice green vegetables for the world to enjoy? Sadly, the family never informed the young child (because what child can keep a secret?) that even though they had vegetables like carrots and green beans being grown out in the fields, they also had marijuana plants covering the majority of their land.
The windows were closed up, and there was no way of getting a target shot with the snipers in any place. With cameras implemented throughout the area, they were able to watch the police officer's movement. Every time an officer would get the courage to go near, a shot would be fired. Everyone kept their distance from the home as the hours passed by. The ones in the home could last for days. There was much food and water to last them half a life time.
Hours had passed on, turning the afternoon to night. The sun punched out, deciding it didn't feel like working overtime, and the moon waddled to its cyclical post. They were still bargaining back and forth this for that, money for hostages. The little girl hiding in the barn had had enough. She stood up and said, "The government has had enough and I've had enough. It's time for action." She took her beloved snacking carrots and taped them to her chest. She attached string like she saw in one of her Dad's many action DVD's and held a small box. She threw on her jacket, and walked outside in front of all the officers. Confusion struck the law enforcement, wondering if this were a gimmick or if that was really a bomb strapped to the little girl's chest. She walked to the middle of the area, in front of the door and screamed as loud as she could, "Vegetables cure obesity you fat fucks!"
A new recruit was on the team that day. He was nervous and ready to shoot at anything. The recruit had just finished eating his fast made burger cooked with a couple different types of grease and oil, artificially made sugar and sodium. One would even venture to say that the burger was never real, just some replication of hamburger meat doctored up to make the customer think it is real, and maybe a little extra ingredient to make the customer come back frequently. He gulped down his carbonated sugar filled beverage and let the adrenaline rush through his veins. He saw the girl and raised his firearm, aiming it right for her head. There was no time wasted when he fired two shots-one barely grazing the girls arm and breaking a bottle of whisky sitting on the porch, and the second shooting out a light bulb which spit out sparks and lit the liquor on fire. Blood dripped from the little girls arm as she began to cry. Her father ran out the front door, fired off a few bullets and grabbed the girl, but before he made it back the police fired back and their bullets demolished his head. The mother ran out screaming and had two Molotov cocktails in her hands. She threw them at the officers making sure she hit the trucks with flash bombs and other ammunition. The mother grabbed the girl, ran back inside, and locked the door. The hostages had already left, taking their chances by running out the back of the house, however the ammunition truck was creating chaos and no one could understand if anyone was shooting or just standing around.
The fire began to spread and the mother ran out the back door towards the barn and uncovered a car hidden for emergencies. They jumped into the vehicle and drove off into the night, hoping the police wouldn't notice. But their hopes were crushed as they saw two police cars chasing them. It began to rain at that moment as the mother forced the speedometer over a few hundred miles. A couple of miles up the road there was a sign that warned drivers of the bridge that was out, so the mother sped up faster, hoping once again that she could force this car over the hole and into the other side. The little girl saw two round figures rustling about the floor boards. She picked them up, and knew exactly what they were. They were their safety from the cops. They were grenades. Television has taught this child much, as she pulls the pins, rolls down the windows, and throws them both towards the police cars. The getaway car flew over the hole in the bridge as the two explosives ripped the officer's cars apart. The mother's hopes were answered this time as the car made it across the bridge, but flipped over due to the rain making the roads slick and unstable. The car rolled one...two...three...four times finally landing upside down and killing its passengers save for the little girl, crying from the pain and loss of her family.