But she was not just born that way,
That dreaded, demon mare;
Pure evil walks by light of day
And takes one unaware.

Carrot Top lives an honest, hardworking life on her carrot farm. She does her very best to provide for her beloved son, Carrot Sprout, but when he comes down with a serious illness, she is unable to pay for the expensive medicine necessary to save his life. The mysterious crone in the forest offers a way for her to raise the funds, but asks a very high price in return. Can Carrot Top truly do what is necessary to save her son?

A common measure poem being written primarily for 8chan's /pone/ board. New cantos will be posted one day earlier on there.