CHAPTER THREE
HENRY DEPARTS
Henry couldn’t fall asleep. He stared dreamily through
the glass wall of the pickle jar. Finally he couldn’t stand
it any longer. He eased himself up out of the pickle bath,
lifting the lid very quietly, so that no one would hear,
and slid down the side.
He landed on the shelf without a sound. He got out
the pickle pack from behind the peach can, and put it on
his back. Then he felt in his pocket to make sure that he
had his pickle protector. Then he prepared to depart.
Just as he reached the edge of the shelf, Henry felt
a pat on his shoulder. He slid around in amazement.
“Who’s that?” he said in the dark.
“It’s me!” Priscilla!” a voice whispered. “
Please
take
me along!”
“No,” said Henry. “Next time maybe. This time I’m
going by myself.”
“Please,” said Priscilla. “Please! I promise I won’t
get in the way!”
“Shh,” said Henry. “Don’t be a pest. Shh. Go back
to sleep and don’t wake anybody up. Maybe next time.
Please be a nice pickle and go back to sleep.”
“All right,” Priscilla pouted. “Good luck, Henry. Do
come back safe.”
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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