It’s the way that you
dance
that counts!
It’s the way that you bounce and flounce.
Be gay, one and all!
Have a wonderful ball!
It’s the way you have
fun!
That
counts!
Then everyone changed partners.
Everyone was having a wonderful time.
“This is the
best
meeting the club has had in a long
time,” said Sam the Stove to Henry as he danced by.
“It’s always the most fun when there’s a new member.”
Constance began to tick faster and Miriam
hummed a quicker tune and soon the dance became
very wild.
Then it happened. Tillie the Table tripped over
Carl the Carrot and fell. One dancer after another fell,
and soon there was a great big pile up, with Henry the
Pickle on the very bottom.
“Help!” cried Henry, who couldn’t move.
He tried to get into his pickle pack to find something
which would help him get out from under everyone, but
he couldn’t move. He tried and tried, and wriggled and
squiggled, and finally was able to pull something out of
the pack. It was Patience. All Henry could do now was to
wait patiently until the others got off the pile.
One by one they got up slowly, and Henry lay there
feeling very crushed. At last Carl the Carrot helped him
up and everyone apologized. Henry looked very
wrinkled.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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