When Thomas Jefferson arrived at jefferey and Rebeccatha's house exactly fourteen point six eight minutes after the call, he rushed up the banister, fell down the laundry chute, and found Rebeccatha sitting next to a very large pickle.
"Well, that's a big pickle," He noted. Rebeccatha nodded.
"I don't think we can eat it all," Rebeccatha said.
"No, I should think not," Thomas Jefferson agreed, "There is nothing in the Declaration of Independence about eating pickles, so it probably isn't safe."
Rebeccatha agreed, and offered Thomas Jefferson a plate of triple chocolate chip cookies.
"For the hassle of getting over here, Tommy," She explained.
He picked one up and ate it. "Aww, thanks, Rebeccatha."
"We'll have to call Doc to help jefferey, I think," Rebeccatha says.
"Yeah, we should." Thomas Jefferson agreed.
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the adventures of jefferey
Historical Fictionoh jefferey, what an adventure written by @dragongecko108 during math class . . . we have too much time on our hands
