Go on an epic adventure with Peter Carrot-top,the first ghost child to be born on eart.Once Peter discovers his magical powers he will team up with other children of ghostly powers and fight the Seven Wizards of the forest and their leagues of extraordinary monsters.
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Chapter 1
Meet the Carrot-Tops
A long, long time ago, in the year 1850, there was a man by the name of
Sam Carrot-Top. He was a well educated man, slender in build and always
wearing a dusty old cap that covered his orange hair and broken glasses.
He was an honest and wealthy man, but you would never guess that he and
his family were well off; he never showed his wealth or bragged about it. He
used his money to help the poor and needy.
His wife, Jane, was oh so beautiful with lush red hair, a petite figure, and
smooth, creamy pale skin. She loved all the children in the neighborhood,
always fixing a broken heart or a scraped knee. She was the perfect house
wife, the kind any man could want.
They lived in a small town in Georgia called Valdosta. Sam and Jane were
the talk of the town; they grew the largest vegetables and fruits the eyes
have ever seen. Their watermelons were the size of houses and carrots as
long as 20 feet!
All the neighbors began to whisper and became jealous of the success of
the Carrot-Tops, farmers came from near and far to see the great Carrot-
Top plantation. Because of the popularity of their fruits and vegetables,
they became a household name. Merchants came from all over the world to
buy their fruits and vegetables.
Some of the other farmers became extremely jealous of the success of the
Carrot-Tops. They tried to sabotage their land, either by overflowing it with
garbage or water, but it never worked. The fruits and vegetables kept on
growing and growing. Some were so tall that their leaves touch the clouds.
Nevertheless, Sam and Jane ignored their rivals and continued to be good
neighbors.
Their pride and joy was their son and only child, Peter Carrot-Top, a 10-
year-old boy who was and skinny as a bean pole with bright orange hair
and deep freckles on his face. He wore the same old clothing over and over
again, brown khaki pants and a rainbow-colored shirt with two different
colored shirt sleeves.
Peter was teased by all the kids. Not only was his hair funny, but his name,
Peter Carrot-Top, was as well. The kids teased him all day. Every day it was
the same thing, kids singing,”Peter Carrot-Top, Peter Carrot-Top,” in an
annoying and devilish tone.
Peter was sick of it. Unfortunately, every time he got upset, his head would
swell up like a big orange balloon and his orange hair would gently stand
up at attention. This made the kids laugh even harder.
Peter was all alone in a world he didn’t understand or fit in. There was
nothing the principal or the teachers could do. Peter was just a special boy.
His mother and father were hurt the most; Peter got the orange hair from
his father, and the freckles from his mother.
Peter’s parents went to the school regularly to seek help for their son. Just
a poor farmer, Peter’s father did not know what to do. He would pace the
school hall as he talked to the dean of the school asking for help for his
son, but Mr. Snicker, the dean of the school, just walked around with his fat
gut stuck out and only made the Carrot-Tops feel worse by telling them
their child needed to be placed in a special school.
Peter’s father slammed down his hat in frustration as the dean sat back in
his leather chair, smoking his cigar with an smirk on his face. Mr. Snicker
shouted to Peter’s father, “Boy, calm down before I have you thrown out on
your ears!”
Peter’s father grabbed up his hat, took his wife by the hand and stormed
into Peter’s English class. “Peter, get your things. We’re taking you out of
this school!” By the look on his father’s face, Peter knew that his dad was
very upset. All Peter’s mother could do was cry and sob as they walked out
the doors. The kids began to laugh, and once again, Peter felt distant an
alone.
Peter and his family jumped into their wagon, and off they went. Peter
could see the concentration on his father’s face and the sadness in his
mother’s eyes. Peter began to tell his parents how very sorry he was, but a
gentle touch on the hands from his mother let Peter know it was all right.
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