Once upon a time there was a pickle named picklet it was so green and gigantic like a dinosaur. It would roll on people and squished them and they died all on accident. Everyone was scared of him.
So then one day the gigantic pickle named picklet grew legs some how I don’t know. Then it stopped rolling around and instead stomped on people on accident once again. The giant pickle couldn’t control his giganticness. He really did feel bad for the people he killed.
The next day picklet grew arms because magic. He didn’t know how to use hands at first so he was flopping his arms around unaware that he was hitting people around that they went flying. Eventually he found out how to use his hands and became so happy that he started to throw people around and rip things out of the ground and throw them everywhere. Smooshing and squishing people as he danced around.
The people became angry and decided to throw a nuclear bomb at the gigantic pickle. The pickle blew up and his insides splattered everywhere. The people became happy and held up glasses full of pickle juice and cheered to each other.
A year passed and the people were having a completely peaceful day until they heard a familiar stomping. They all rushed out of their houses and seen… the giant pickle
