There once lived a Pickle, a Hairy Pickle he was. He t'was very active, running door to door saying, "Hello" to everyone. Until one day, long, long ago. Some crazy fan of Bill Cosby, poked him, and that poke became a touch, and that touch became a grab. She snatched him up like a doll and started petting him, like he was an animal of some sort. She became so fastinated in petting him, she took him home, in the deep dark woods full of wolves howling, and monsters creeping. When they arrived to her house, the Hairy Pickle smelt a stench, it smelled like dirty socks! He struggled to be free of her grip....but unfortunately failed. Now he knew he was going to die a long painful death, when he saw a boiling pot full of noodles. He thought to his self "Am I really going to be sliced up and spread a crossed some noodles, god she can do better than that. For goodness sake just put me in a blender, so I can die a juicy man!" The girl looked at him and started to nibble at his nose, but she lost her grip and dropped him! Hairy Pickle knew it was his time to roll so he rolled out the half opened door, down the mud filled path, just to find himself in the crazy Bill Cosby fan's hands, again... She ran home once again and washed him off. It was his first real bath. He felt so happy then all out of a sudden, KNIIIIFE. *chopping noises in the background*

The End


Moral of the Story- Don't go door to door saying hello.



P.S. We all know who that Crazy Bill Cosby, Hairy Pickle loving girl is. *cough* MysticalZoey *cough*