And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my pleasant slumber. And took me on high, and higher still, as we moved to the spaces betwixt the errf itself. And, he brought me into a vast farmland of our own Midwest. And, as we descended, cries of impeding 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 thee,"These are the cries of the carrots. these are the cries of the carrots! You see, reverend Maynard...Tomorrow is harvest day, and to them...it. is. the. holocaust. "And, I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat from the tears of one million terrified brothers! And, roared, hear me know, they have a consciousness! They have a life! They have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses. Save our brothers, can I get an amen? Baaaa-aaaaaaa.