[felcin]: 577.Mission: Carrots

Mission: Carrot


It was dark
The bunnies were ready
They knew their mission
Agent Nibbles was standing on the front line. The last hour of briefing running through his mind.
“You know your goal,” barked lieutenant Snippy of the fourth rabbit brigade. He rapped his pointer against the blackboard, which showed a crude drawing. “Carrots, observe them closely gentlemen. You have fifteen minutes to gather as many as you can and then get out of farmer browns carrot patch before you are noticed. Many of you will die by the paws of the guard dogs that guard the carrot patch, but it will be a monumental victory for the burrows.” He paused and surveyed his troops. This would be their finest hour. “Victory for the borrows!” he cried.
“Victory for the burrows!” the troops chanted.

And now here they were, ready to charge for the carrots. Agent Nibbles on the front line. The whole brigade waiting for the signal.
Waiting
Waiting…
“CHARGE!” as Agent Nibbles heard this word he broke from his standing position into a run. He could see them in the distance, glittering orange, dirty with the mud. Nothing else mattered to him now. Only one thing mattered to him in the world: Carrots.
His entire life was based on these orange vegetables. He was nearing them now.
He was less than a metre away and then: “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Agent nibbles span on the spot. Two of his colleagues, Agent Dexter and Agent MacNugget, were caught in the vicious jaws of a guard dog. Nibbles drew his pitch-o-matic from its holster and commanded his unit to do the same. They took aim. “FIRE!” At that instant two-dozen mini pitchforks flew through the air toward the canine. The guard dog let out a shriek of pain as the tiny points penetrated his shiny coat.
The dog turned tail and ran, although Nibbles knew he could do nothing for Dexter and MacNugget.
They were gone.
Nibbles commanded his unit to pillage the field of as many carrots that they could carry. And as soon as this was done, his unit, laden with carrots, ran from the patch as fast as their little furry legs could carry them toward the burrows. As they passed the wooden gates, they knew they had made completed their mission.

VICTORY FOR THE RABBITS!