Thank you for your comments its quite hard getting this into chapters but here you go
Tori was somewhat hoping to arouse even the smallest of smiles from Robbo but she should have known better, because he was a right glum bum. It seemed to her that Robbo Becket Reid Rob Bob Ryan whatsever his name Brussels was had and always would be on the verge of despair, and unknown to Tori’s limited understanding she was but one of a long endless continuous lines of Christmas turnips getting replaced once the past years had been eaten. Robbo knew this all too well having lost her to the oven year in year out. But because of such the distaste and dislike for Brussels spouts Robbo had no clue what might have happened to his own kind. But he imagined his long line of lost family of spouts, poor little mites, their remains lay at the bottoms of dustbins or food composters. Left behind on shop shelves un brought turning grumpier and grumpier with old age, that would become the burden of the lonely sprout, maybe make the odd friend along the way. Tori turnips being the friendliest of the Christmas vegetable range year in and year out became Robbo’s friend and then having to watch as she got sliced and diced boiled or steamed.
This act of cruelly effected Robbo on an emotional level more so than say the King Alfred potatoes. They just thought themselves too cool for school with their hardened skins with their fluffy insides. Ok they had their crowns and their no nonsense way of speaking as they bounced or rolled around the chopping broads with glee dressing themselves as Christmas snowmen with the aid from the Christmas pudding white snow frosting, and they oozed with sickly joy as the potato peeler striped them of their body weight. Their widened eyed look of horror always made Robbo laugh as they were thrown into a boiling saucepan or roasted crispy brown or their jackets torn open and spread upon by Christmas cranberries.
Then there was John Palmer the Carrot who had somehow become the Christmas celebrity of the vegetables. The most Christmassy act of a carrot that Robbo could see was being rammed into the face of a child’s snowman, and having a frozen pointy rear end is no sort of fame. John was always insisting that he didn’t do what he did for the fame it was for joy he brought to the people. Hmmm sorry what people? I think he meant bunny rabbits and that being one bunny rabbit really Bugs Bunny. A raw carrot tastes the best the only reason why children favoured them over spouts were because of the tales of them getting to see better in the dark. This allowing them to play with their toys when their parents were in bed at night.
Robbo though held Tori with high praise and regard maybe there was a small hint of love there for the turnip even and because of this that Robbo felt the need to bring the doomed fates of the veggies to their attention. Turning towards Tori’s smiling face Robbo braced and buckled in to be the sprout who pulled the final curtain call of this Oh we have left the supermarket and gone to live somewhere new happy fun sort of Christmas pantomime to a close.
“Tori the chef has just killed a Ryder the onion put a knife against his head lifted chopped and now his dead. Tori life had just begun but now Brody the cook has gone and thrown Ryder’s skin away.
Robbo stopped talking for just a moment Tori the turnip had started to cry.
“Tori whoooo whooo didn’t mean to make you cry”
“Robbo why would that nice man up there with the large sharp knife want to kill Ryder Do you mean he wants to eat us?”
“If I’m not back this time tomorrow carry on carry on because nothing really matters”
“Oh my goodness we are all doomed I get why you’re such a misery Robbo we everybody here is the Christmas dinner. But that's just isn't on my gummy bears gum drops just think if you are right Benny you are about to get your crown jewels sliced and diced and that's no laughing matter"