just an idea!”
“Me too!” said Perry. “In fact, I’m sure of it. I’m
sure I’m some kind of a
thing
. I just have that feeling!”
“Think
hard
, Professor Parrot,” said Henry. “See if
knowledge can’t save us
again
!”
“No, no more!” said Professor Parrot. “I’ve got a
headache already.”
“Look at it this way, Professor,” said Henry. “Isn’t
an idea a thing?”
“It certainly is!“ said Professor Parrot. “An idea is
the realest thing there is. Sometimes you have an idea of
something first, and then you discover it later. Like
talking pickles and Pelicans for instance!”
And he looked back and forth at his two friends
and was overcome with even more happiness. “I’m so
happy to learn you exist in
all
ways! It’s so nice to have
you again!” And he nearly crushed his friends under his
wings in another great big hug.
“Whew!” said Henry, when the Professor stopped
hugging him. “I’m happy too! Knowledge saved us
again! You know I was beginning to feel kind of anxious
for a minute! It was worse than being lost at sea!”
Henry and Perry looked back and forth at each
other and then they looked down at themselves. Then
they broke out in the biggest smiles, and danced happily
about on the library roof, while Professor Parrot
watched fondly.
“I wonder what it’s like
not
to exist,” said Perry to
Henry.
Henry turned to Professor Parrot. “Professor
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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