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voice from a vase on the window sill. “He smells of
vinegar,” said Flora the Flower. “He might interfere with
my fresh fragrance.”
Flora bent over and sniffed at Henry with her
petals.
Henry shivered. “I’m picklish,” he said.
“You mean you’re ticklish!” said Flora.
“No,
picklish
!” insisted Henry.
Flora snapped upright again. “See!” she said. “He
smells of vinegar! And he can’t even
talk
right! He
would
never
do!” And she turned up her petals in
disdain at Henry.
Henry looked into his pickle pack, and pulled out
some Pride.
“I’m a pickle!” he said proudly, “and I’m
proud
of
the way I talk and smell!”
Everybody applauded, even Carl the Carrot.
“Please!” Constance the Clock ticked over to Flora
the Flower. “Be a friendlier flower and have more good
fellowship, Flora.”
“All right,” said Flora, and she spread out her
petals in a friendly way.
Everyone applauded once more, and Leslie the
Light flashed down his comments. “Brilliant fellow,” he
said. “You’re very bright for a pickle, I must say!”
“Thank you,” said Henry.
“Good!” said Constance. “It’s so nice when
everyone gets along. Don’t you think so, Henry?”
Henry didn’t know what to say, so he reached into
his pickle pack and pulled out Perfect-agreement.
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