Carrots!

 

Carrots!

‘Carrot’ is one of the words our dogs understand. When the cats have their elevenses or their threeses, the dogs are pacified with chews or carrots. Both dogs take their chews to their beds in the sitting room, but when they have carrots, Roxy prefers to eat hers in the kitchen, while Gilbert proudly carries his to his bed.

This morning, they had carrots, but look at what was hidden among them. What is this misshapen root? Is it a hand, pointing to some unknown entity? Might it be a mediaeval building, with towers and an annex?

. It wasn’t part of a ‘wonky vegetables’ selection. I don’t know how it passed quality control if there is such a thing. It was good, though, crunchy and carroty. Gilbert looked quite nonplussed as I munched it.