“Don’t you know pickles and ice cream don’t mix,”
said Momma Pickle, shaking her head. “Henry, why
don’t you stop having such odd ideas and act like an
ordinary pickle. Here, come have a nice bath. It will
freshen you up and calm you down.”
“No.” Henry was firm. “I want to see the world!”
Momma Pickle and Poppa Pickle looked across the
jar of strawberry preserves at each other, and then they
went behind the pickle jar, where they could have a
consultation alone.
While they were gone, Henry’s relatives gathered
around.
– Henry’s sister, Patricia Pickle, who was a very
pretty pickle but a little shy, waddled up to Henry and
said: “Henry, it’s very brave of you to want to take a trip,
but we’d miss you very much. Why don’t you be a plain
pickle and stay here?”
– Henry’s big brother, Peter Pickle, pranced up
and said: “
You
sure are a peculiar pickle, Henry! I don’t
know how
you
got into the family!”
– Henry’s grandfather, Professor Pickle, who was a
wise, wrinkled old pickle, said, “Henry, be a
proper
pickle and stop this nonsense!”
– Henry’s aunt Pamela, who was a very pushy
pickle, shoved her way past the other pickles and
proclaimed, “Henry, you’re the most fickle pickle I ever
heard of! Why do you want to give up all this luxury on
the shelf and go away and make your father and mother
unhappy?”
– Henry’s cousin, Priscilla Pickle, who was a very
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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