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The Carrot Seed
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The plot of this one is, some kid tries to grow a carrot and everyone shits on him. "That'll never work," say his parents. "What a terrible plan," says his brother. But the kid waters it and - wait for it - it grows! Of course it grows, it's a fucking carrot. Do you know how easy it is to grow a carrot? It's like one step up from crab grass. So the lesson here isn't so much "Believe in yourself" as "You're surrounded by assholes," which is true but I don't know that my kid needs a book to rub it in for him. He hangs around with me a lot; he probably already knows.
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Nov 27, 2017 12:51PM
this is one of the greatest reviews of all time.
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Uber likes for the review. (Uber as in the German "very," not the car service thing.) The kid on the cover looks like he could be the brother of that purple crayon book you hate so much. It must be a family connection with these kid books that irk you, ha ha.
I remember this book from my childhood! I think it did damage. Good call to keep it from your kid.
Jason wrote: "Uber likes for the review. (Uber as in the German "very," not the car service thing.) The kid on the cover looks like he could be the brother of that purple crayon book you hate so much. It must be..."It's the same artist.
Nadine wrote: "It's the same artist. "Oh... Well, I'm glad he's staying consistent.
I love harold and the purple crayon, but strangely don't remember this little gem. Or ever trying to grow a carrot. I might have believe those assholes.
A spotlight suddenly appears, a top hat is thrown to me from stage left and a cane from stage right, and I commence a jaunty tap routineMy brand
*tippity tap titap*
is
*tippity tippity tippity tappity tap tap-tap*
CONSISTENT!
a chorus of showgirls lifts me to their shoulders, spins me around and carries me through the audience and out the fire exits, setting off the sprinklers
