There was once was a pickle, his name was Frittle. He lived there in a jar with his family.
One day at a human family reunion, everyone ate pickles and all of Frittle's family was gone. He was all alone in the pickle jar, he got depressed after a few days and killed himself by getting out of the pickle juice and breathing oxygen.
The End.
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Life of Frittle
Короткий рассказI just came up with this in algebra tbh... I wasn't doing anything so after a test I just got on Wattpad and thought of this. I was hungry, don't hate.
