Creepy carrots, words by A. Ron Reynolds, pictures by Peter Brown. Jasper Rabbit had a passion for carrots, and the carrots that grew and cracking hopper-filled were the best, fat, crisp, and free for the taking. He pulled some for a morning snack on the way to school. He yaked out a few on his way to little league practice. He ripped them from the ground on his way home at night. Jasper couldn't get enough carrots until they started following him. He first noticed something strange after the big game against the East Valley hares. Jasper was about to help himself to a victory snack when he heard it. The soft sinister, tunk, tunk, tunk of carrots creeping. He turned, but there was nothing there. Just my imagination, he thought, but he hopped a little faster. That night, as he was brushing his teeth, there they were! Jasper whipped around, but nothing. He laughed at himself, picked his toothbrush off the floor, and went to bed quickly. The next morning, he approached Crack and Hopper-Field slowly. He reached for the two wild carrots. Nothing happened. He bit into one. Nothing happened. Hew, creepy carrots. He was ridiculous. But when he arrived home that evening, Mom, mom! Jasper screamed, creepy carrots in the shed! His mom opened the door slowly. There weren't any carrots, not even the regular kind. There are no such thing as creepy carrots! Mom said, shaking her head. Later that night, as Jasper lay in bed, he heard it. Breathing. Terrible. Charity. Breathing. And there, on his wall, creepy carrots! He shouted, dead, dead! His dad thumped into his bedroom and threw on the light. They searched under the bed. No, creepy carrots. They looked through the closet. No, creepy carrots. They opened the dresser drawer. No, creepy carrots. Just a bad dream, son. His dad said, shaking his head. Now go to sleep. By the end of the week, Jasper was seeing creepy carrots creeping everywhere. Jasper knew his parents were wrong. Creepy carrots were real and they were coming for him. But they couldn't get him if they couldn't get out. Jasper hatched a plant. First thing on Saturday, he grabbed supplies and headed to Krakenhopper Field. As the sun finally set across Krakenhopper Field, Jasper rabbits smiled. On his way home, there was no tongue, tongue, tongue. There were no carrot-shaped shadows. His plan had worked. No, creepy carrots would ever get out of that carrot patch again. And as the sun finally set, the carrots of Krakenhopper Field. Cheered! Their creepy plan had worked. They were sure of it. Jasper Rabbit would never get into that carrot patch ever again.