Dr. Herbert Benjamin
Henry heard a slight whirring noise, and looked around,
but he didn’t see anyone.
Then he tried for the last time:
Oh, I’m poor old Henry the Pickle!
Now I’m not worth a dime or a nickel!
HELP!
Then Henry heard a voice which said, “What kind of
help would you like?”
Henry looked up and saw a big bird with a great
big bill flying around over him.
“Help me get back to land,” gasped Henry,
exhausted.
“That’s a peculiar request,” said the bird. “Don’t
you know that fish dry out on land! It would be the
end
of you!”
“But I’m not a fish,” said Henry. “I’m a
pickle.
”
“A
pickle-fish
, you mean,” said the bird. “You have to be
some
kind of a fish. Otherwise you wouldn’t be
swimming in the ocean!”
I’m not swimming,” said Henry. Itm just floating. I
can’t swim.”
The bird came lower and looked closely at Henry.
“That’s true,” it said, “You don’t look like a fish. You
haven’t got any fins, and there’s no flappy tail at all.
How did. you
get
here, anyhow?”
“Well,” Henry began, “I was flying around the
earth, when. . . ”
“Oh,” interrupted the bird, “you were
flying?
That
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