accept people just the way they are

TO MY BEST FRIENDS: PHEONIX AND BEATRIX

BY: WYETH SANDER

RED PICKLE

BLUE PICKLE

Once there was a medieval themed village named Pickleville. The village was full of pickles, and nothing else.

In this village there was a pickle that was different from all the other pickles. His name was Jerry. He was a pickle, he walked like all the other pickles, he talked like all the other pickles. The only thing that held him apart, was that he was red.

As Jerry walked through the town everyone laughed at him and he felt very sad. Sad, sad, sad.

Time flew by and he started to stay at home more and more. Soon he would only go outside to get food. Oh, how Jerry was sad. Sad, sad, sad.

His mom was worried. She came over to him and offered him a bowl of ice cream. He said “No Mama Pickle, I do not want ice cream.”

One day he decided that he had enough with this bullying nonsense. “I will visit the Old Wise Pickle,” he thought.

On the way he walked past the pickle bully and his posse. He tried to sneak past. But the bully saw him and said “oh look it is the strawberry, no wait he’s a raspberry, or maybe a mix of those, a straw-raz.” “I AM NOT A STRAW-RAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jerry shouted.

He finally made it past them. But his feelings were hurt and he was as angry as a squash, but with all the sadness and angriness he kept going.

He finally reached the end of town. There was an old cottage at the very edge. He started to knock, “who’s there?” Old Wise Pickle said. “It is me, Jerry Of Pickleville” Jerry said. “Come on in” Old Wise Pickle said.

When he got into the house the Old Wise Pickle was sitting in a cushioned high back armchair. “I... want to become green like the other pickles” Jerry said in a whiny voice. “Well, I love your color. It is very zen.” “You’re missing the point!!!!!!!!!!!!” “Well, quit your squeaking. I can’t help you, but I know who can.” “Who, who, who?” Jerry said excitedly. “Go to the house next to the castle. There say you want to see George. He can help you.”