Groan2 - Double T

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Double T

Double T is a teleporter, going from places and galaxies. Born on another planet whose empire was crumbling, we was shot to space by his loved ones so that he wouldn’t die, landing on earth where he was born. With red cape, a somewhat carrot/human form (meaning he had a double root which looked like perhaps legs), of course a red cape with a strange silver button on it. He wears a scarf to hide the shape of his face, which was rugged and handsome, but not quite of carrot form. Most thought of him as a ninja.

When Double T was born he had no name as his loved ones had left him behind. He quickly learned how to fend for himself. Even though, as a baby carrot, he looked like an adult carrot, but he had the mind of a 6 year old. Those that knew who he was were trying to steal his button so they could teleport themselves. Double T learned the value of this button shortly after he was born. Being from a different planet in a different galaxy, he was smart and capable of protecting himself even after being just born.

He later became a pig farmer, but that’s another story.

Tyme, Double T and Onion

One of the first things Double T noticed was the onion seed planting herself next to him, the changing of the sphere and a deer and antelope eyeing and drooling over him. He and Onion started growing as fast as they could. Onion started popping out little onions, although she had no idea why it seemed so important.

Tyme was exhausted from the emotional strain of the travel through time. He had company coming over in two weeks and wanted the garden to be beautiful, clear of weeds. He’d been thinking about traveling to the time the ranchers built the cattle pond he now enjoyed. He’d enlarged it, put in fish, ducks and geese and year after year, could see little geese and ducklings following their parents around the pond. But, again, the time travel trip zapped his strength and he did have chores to do.

So, two weeks later, he went to the garden to pull enough vegetables for that night’s dinner salad. His company was due in three hours for dinner and he wanted to make this a special, garden fresh dinner. Tyme saw himself as a hermit, but he really wasn’t and he had a lot of friends. In the country, you watch out and take care of each other.

Anyway, into the garden he goes, picking young peas, beets, turnips, radishes, a head of lettuce. "OK, what else to put in a salad? Right, onions and carrots" said Tyme talking to himself. So he picked a few carrots. There was only one onion that was big enough for his salad. He started to dig it out and Tyme heard a scream and then a voice that said, "Please don’t eat me – please leave me be!"

"What the …" Tyme said. Well, he slapped his head with his hand, trying to knock some sense into himself. He had been having very strange dreams lately and wondered if he was getting a bit looney. "OK, fine". So, Tyme went to pick the only decent sized carrot left. This was Double T and he came up screaming and kicking with his two root legs flailing all over the place, yelling at the top of this carrot lungs, with his fern like hair dancing every which way. He was cursing (Double T and Onion had learned curse words from Tyme while Tyme was tending to the garden), his scarf fell off and his red cape was billowing over his head.

"What do you think you’re doing? Put me back, put me back – I’m gonna die – I’m gonna die." After all, a carrot with the mentality of a six year old is known to throw tantrums. And, Double T was throwing a big one right now.

Well, as you and I would, Tyme dropped the carrot and just stared at it. Double T sank back into his home, the ground. Once again Tyme shook his head thinking he really was looney. He went to pull the onion and heard sobbing. Then the carrot, Double T, hopped out of his home and screamed at Tyme. "Don’t touch her – don’t even think about it or you’ll have to deal with me and you’ll be sorry. And, I’ll hunt you down and hurt you." All right – this was too much for Tyme. He took what he had gathered, listening to see if any of those vegetables were sobbing and left the garden with Onion and Double T still intact in their homes. Tyme took the veggies to his kitchen to clean and prepare dinner. Well, at dinner time, he told his guests of how stressed he must be because of what happened in the garden. Guess what? That was the amusement for the night. One of them laughed so hard she blew hot cocoa out of her nose.

The very next day Tyme went out to the garden, bent down near the onion and said, "Can you really talk or am I just loosing my mind?" Somehow after accepting talking flying deer and antelope, along with the time travel thing, he wasn’t surprised to hear Onion’s response. "Yes, and don’t eat me."

"Why are you here?"

"I don’t know. I think I was sent here to be friends with and keep the arrogant, temper tantrum thing of a carrot out of trouble. He named himself Double T and thinks he’s a ninja."

"I know from yesterday that the carrot - Double T can talk, yell, scream and curse. But you seem gentle"

"I am. Can I trust you?"

"I think so – depends on what you have to say."

"I am the onion of youth. I’ve popped a few of my offspring for you to eat. But beware. Only a small amount of my offspring will keep you from aging and an entire small onion will make you five years younger."

Double T hops out of the ground saying, "So you’ll protect us! Yeah right – in my dreams".

"I’ll try."

"Then make that deer and antelope stop coming here and drooling over us. Their names are Deer and Antel."

"I can’t be here all of the time and I’ve had dealings with Deer and Antel - they should know better. Just in case, here’s a piece of cloth. You can use it for cover. Frankly I think you should just talk to them. They’re very smart. Although, Onion, if they learn of your offsprings and eat them, they might turn into helpless babies. I would keep it a secret from them if you can – they can’t resist an adventure. Is there any chance the youth effects can be undone?"

"Not that I know of ", said the onion.

Tyme was asleep when Deer and Antel showed up. Onion said, "You’re here again. Stop drooling on Double T and for the record, my onions are poisonous. Deer said, "Who cares – I hate onions." "Me too!" said Antel. Well, Double T woke up and realized it was him they wanted. He wished so bad that he could be somewhere else that he blew a root (fortunately, not his leg roots) and found himself teleporting, landing on Plati’s belly.

"Where’d he go? We planned on tossing him in the air and playing bad mitten, better yet good carrot, with him for a while. Then we could have totally enjoyed his carrot flavor – Antel was going to eat the legs and I won out on the head." Said Deer. Antel said "We’ll be back – ta-ta and yeck, yeck – I hate onions" They came back to the garden the next day, just as Plati and Moc were transported to the garden.