I had to embrace that it was my time to defeat the pickles, otherwise we could all say goodbye to mankind. Slowly and cautiously I walked toward the pickle, my heart about to explode out of my chest. Then I stopped, dead in my tracks. The pickle looked confused for a moment, then looked around the room. That is when I sprinted to my bed. I clenched my fist around the pickle, picked it up off the bed, grasped my other hand around it, and snapped it in half. Pickle juice squirted all around me as i dropped the pickle and stomped on it in my Reebok Easy-Tone Sneakers. The sneakers were a gift from Kathleen that she gave me a couple weeks ago when we started training. You probably know why we were training. She was preparing me for when I was going to defeat the pickles. The pickles were supposed to attack five weeks from now. I guess that this weak pickle just couldn't wait.
As I mopped up the squished pickle I thought about what I was going to say to my friends and family about how I was going to defeat all the pickles that came after me. That's right - nobody in my family knew except my brother Tommy, and my only friend that knew was Kathleen. Tommy was the only one that knew because in four years, the pickles would rise again, and he would be the one to defeat them. I thought that when I told my family and friends they would laugh at me, tell me I'm crazy or even worse, put me in one of those physco people prisons where they put you in a weird jacket that you can't get out of, and put you in a rubber padded room. That was my worst nightmare.
After that scary picture in my head there for a moment, I walked into my living room to see my three dogs sleeping on my couch. I had a Shih-Tzu named Rocky, a Toy Poodle named Piper and a Maltese named Bella. My one dog, Bailey was at the vet at the moment. She needed surgery because she ate a crayon that my niece Mandy left when my family came over one night. I maneuvered around my puppies, trying not to wake any of them. I kicked off my sneakers and turned on the t.v. A new episode of The Real Housewives of New Jersey was coming on tonight. I really wanted to see it because Kim "G" was going to tell off Danielle.
After the intense episode, I called both Kathleen and Tommy, to see what I should do when I tell my family and friends about my pickle dilemma. Kathleen said, "Don't worry. Just act very serious, and if they don't believe you, then show them the proof. Plus it wont matter anyway. This year, ALL, the pickles will rise, so their pickles will run away, after you, and they will finally believe you." While Tommy exclaimed, "Sorry, Cait. I can't back you up on this one. I was kinda hopin'," he said shyly, " that when I go to defeat the pickles, that you could tell me what to do when I tell my friends, since the family will already know. Sorry again. Bye." And then he hung up...
