finished with the last mysterious note, just as he arrived
in Peter’s room.
Peter was speechless. Finally he got his voice back.
“Wow!” he said. “That beats everything! Wow!”
“Oh it was nothing!” said Henry modestly. “Just
dont’ forget the
tune
.” He reached into his pickle pack
and got out a Pencil and handed it to Peter. “Here, write
down the tune with this Pencil.”
“But I haven’t learned how to write yet,” said Peter.
“Hm,” said Henry. “Okay, then I’ll play it to you
again very slowly so you won’t forget it. And Henry
played the tune again.
Peter began to look dreamy and his eyes began to
close. Then he fell softly asleep.
Henry stopped playing. “Say!” he called. “Peter!
Don’t fall asleep! Peter! Pete! Wake up!”
But Peter was sound asleep.
“Well!” said Henry. “What do you think of
that
!”
He sure sleeps deep. Makes me sleepy to watch him!
I
feel sleepy now. I hope I haven’t charmed
myself
!”
Henry sat down and leaned against the wall and he
almost fell asleep himself.
Then he caught himself just in time, and got up
and yawned. He took out some pickle juice and had
another refreshing vinegar shower. “That feels better,”
he said. “But it’s getting late and I’m tired. Besides, I’m
running out of pickle juice. Maybe I ought to go home
now. I didn’t know traveling could be so tiring.”
Henry yawned and started to make his way out to
the hall.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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