The little pickle could not dance. He still had to germinate. Billy the pickle interrogated his mom and dad all day because he really wanted to dance. “I’m living a humdrum life!” Billy said.
“No you aren't! We are a dynasty in an immense Pickle castle” His parents replied.
Drip, drip, drip….. The water is trickling down the pickle jar.. “Uh oh! Everyone, hurtle into the castle!” screamed the king! 30 minutes went by and the pickles were sullen. They heard a vicious sound… “woof woof!” It was a vicious dog. One pickle insinuated that they might get eaten by the dog. The little pickle said, “I can’t be eaten! I never learned to dance!” He squealed. “If you can save us we will sign you up for dance lessons!” said his parents trembling. The little pickle saw a treat lying on the counter. With all of his might he leaped out of the jar and hurtled the treat across the room. The dog ran away and the pickles were safe.
The littlest pickle’s parents kept their promise and the little pickle learned to dance.
