I hope this is not my legacy

I am a piece of broccoli. My name is Ray. Once I met a pea and we conspired to escape to another world. We thought that perhaps there might be a dangerous rescue mission laid on in our honour, perhaps to be remembered in freezer mixed vegetable ingredient lore for generations. Our polyester enclosure was just too strong though.

They think we are dormant here, waiting silently for our fate. But we have a community. We have a dramatics society and a sort of rudimentary trapeze, and once a kernel of sweetcorn lead us around our enclosure and we pretended to be wild and free. We remembered where we came from and we were proud: because where we left, others will replace us. They will never keep us down, you can kill one piece of broccoli or one square of pepper, but you cannot kill our community.