Today I gave thought to the pickle manufacturer and felt sorry for him. How does he make any money selling us fifteen plus pickles for $5 when the cucumber farmer sells one for $1? Plus they have to provide the jar and the labels and the glue whereas the cucumber farmer just plucks them from their vine, dusts it off and voila! Do they take all the reject cucumbers that didn't grow very much and therefore they get them on sale from the cucumber farmer? I wonder if some cucumbers feel sorry for the cucumbers that grow up to be pickles.
"Did you hear about Joe?" Buddy asks.
"Yeah," responds Holly with a sigh.
"He was only one centimeter too short, just one!"
"It's just awful. I don't want to think about him being crammed in a tiny jar with a bunch of other cucumber rejects for the rest of his life."
Buddy shook his head, "it's a terrible way to go, I know it. There's nothing we can do though. What can we do?" he asked with his outstretched vine arm.
A tear trickled down Holly's left side, "just hope that no one else we know becomes a pickle."
"Take care Joe," Buddy whispered. "We'll miss ya."
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