I sat hopelessly on this very strange and rough surface, waiting for my destiny to make its move. Not too long after being placed down on what this smaller gardener called a "cutting board," I hear a silent shing. Looking to my left, I see this very shiny object, which the gardener places right beside me.
"Daddy, make sure the slices aren't too big like last time. We need baby Ollie to be able to chew this set properly."
"Yes, cupcake. I remember. Go on and play with your kitchen set now."
Wait, slices? What are these so called slices? And why do they have a certain size- Oh. My. Cucumberness. The gardener is lining up this shiny thing right on my head. He's, he's cutting me into pieces! Why the heck would anyone want to slice up a handsome looking cucumber like me?! I demand a refund on that extra fertilizer! At least I don't have to deal with that annoying Jarood anymore. But still, what is the point of cutting me up into many other pieces? Is he using me to see many places around the globe at once?! I've always wanted to travel the world ever since I was a small flower.
"Alrighty, time to place the last cucumber in the jar!"
PLANTIS HUMUNGOUS! How many more new words am I going to learn in one day?! UUUUUUUUUGH. It's even more crowded and annoying here than it was outside on the ground with ugly Jarood. Whelp, you have to do something new at least once in your life.
"Oi there, mate. You new to this whole ordeal here?"
"Who, me?"
"Yes, you. You the only otha cucumba in this bunch, aye."
"Um, if you say so... My name's Bobby b t dubs."
"Nice to meet ya, Bobby. Meh name's Jo. Short for Jo. Life is pretty interestin' in this jar. Things are about to get even more interestin'. Hope ya packed yer scuba gear!"
"What the heck is scuba gear?!"
This dude has the nerve to just ignore me! Sheesh. Ca-sploosh! Bubble bubble bubble. What? Ew, yuck! This water smells awful!
"Ya enjoying the vinegar bath, lad?"
"I don't even understand half the dirt you're saying!"
"Sorry, too late- gurgle gurlge gurgle."
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The Pickles
RandomWhy is this story made? Because I was having writer's block and my best friend's brother gave me one word. Pickle. You see, I can take a million ideas off of one word, but this word caught my eye somehow. Anyways, just enjoy the story of the pickles...
