Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles

Chapter 9: Small Hands

       So now we have the cucumbers. Currently turning into pickles. Perfect. Now we just have to wait and eventually they will be the perfect pickles. All pickles are perfect, actually, but these might be... extra perfect... or maybe Randy is getting too excited.

       It's been three days, and Randy is READY to eat those pickles. He goes and gets the jar he kept in a broken cabinet and tries to open it. Oh, it didn't open. He tries twisting the lid again. And again. Aaand again. But nothing happens. Randy's hand is now red and it hurts. 

       "Oh noo..." Randy mutters to himself. His hands are too small. He's going to have to ask for help. But from who?

      Randy spends the next few hours trying to open the pickle jar but he just can't get it open, he's HELPLESS (he has no friends). Randy decides to go visit Parsley, maybe he might be home. 

     Randy goes to his apartment and knocks a few times. Oh no, Parsley's probably at work. His dad might also be working at this hour too... god dangit. He considers asking Chris, but she's probably dead, or she won't want to talk to Randy. There's that employee??? What was his name??? Camel? Yeah he might be able to help.

     Randy goes to the supermarket and breaks in through the back. Possibly not his wisest choice, because now he's lost.