Object Post 134;
Charles Archer’s Catering Carrot
From Five for Bandinangi
Source: Charles bred it, probably using his patent fertiliser
Significance? Only in Bandinangi!
Fate? The first one got eaten by a feral rabbit with fangs
‘I’m warning you kids - if any of you lays one little finger on my prototype catering carrot I’ll compost you! I’m saving it for seed.’
Charles Archer, known to his grandchildren as Pop, was every bit as temperamental as his son C. George Archer. He had a busy life, keeping up with his strong-minded wife Blossom with whom he held a treasured rivalry to produce the most bizarre things in the garden. Blossom specialised in what she called companion plants but Charles was more interested in vegetables.
His granddaughter Rachel, also known as Sheepface, had agreed to look after her friend’s pet rabbit, which rejoiced in the name of Fluffbugs, for three weeks. Rachel’s brother Justin made it a cage, and her other brother Jeremy got interested too. As Jeremy said…
…Sheepface nicked a whole heap of the carrots Pop had grown to sell to Villajicacki Broggen’s restaurant/deli in Sol Street. Pop wasn’t very pleased, but Fluffbugs was. Fluffbugs was delighted.
‘I s’pose the animal has to eat,’ said Pop when he found out he was a few carrots short, ‘but I’m warning you kids - if any of you lays one little finger on my prototype catering carrot I’ll compost you! I’m saving it for seed.’
The carrots Fluffbugs enjoyed were more-or-less normal specimens of Daucus carota sativus, but the catering carrot was something else.
‘Who’d want to lay a finger on it?’ said Sheepface, and for once I agreed. Pop’s catering carrot was a real whopper. It was over a metre long, and Pop had bred it especially so’s restaurant keepers like Villajicacki Broggen would be able to buy five carrots instead of five hundred.
Rachel opined that not even Fluffbugs could eat a whole catering carrot, but her dad didn’t agree, calling Fluffbugs a one-rabbit vegetable processor.
Jeremy decided to take some “rabbit in the wild” photos of Fluffbugs, so he unwisely removed the bunny from its cage. Next thing, it had escaped down a hole on the golf course and Jeremy was fishing for it using carrots as bait. Eventually, Uncle Harrington came up with a solution…
‘Obviously,’ said Uncle H, ‘the bait’s too small. What you need is a bigger carrot.’
‘That’s what I thought,’ I said. ‘Only there aren’t any.’
‘There might be,’ said Uncle H. ‘I’ll go and look.’
Harrington naturally returned with the famous catering carrot which was soon reduced to a stub.
Charles raged for a bit and then bred a bigger one. Fluffbugs Fang dived back down the hole to emerge only when golfers were foolish enough to include carrot in their lunch-packs. So that was all right!