Susie arrived within ten minutes.
"That was quick," Thomas Jefferson noted.
Susie bowed. "When my darling Rebeccatha calls, I move as quick as I possibly can."
Rebeccatha briskly walked over, set down her plate of cookies, and kissed Susie.
Thomas Jefferson averted his eyes.
"Can you PLEASE stop forgetting about me?" A voice called from inside the large pickle on the laundry room floor. jefferey.
"Oh, yes," Rebeccatha said, pulling away from Susie. "Sorry, my dear brotherly bean."
Susie instantly started to observe the pickle. She wrote down notes in a little notepad. She muttered to herself. Then she nodded, snapped her little notepad shut, and said, "I have figured it out."
Rebeccatha gasps. "You're a genius!" She paused, scratched her head. "What did you figure out again?"
"I know how to get jefferey out of this pickle."
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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
