9.23.2009

There's No Picnic without a Pickle – real size 14.25" x 9.5"

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It was the perfect day for a picnic.

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Molly even planned her own menu: cheese sandwich, boiled egg, chocolate milk, pickle ...

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Molly pulled and twisted, but the pickle stayed locked in the jar.

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Molly thought about her problem. She knew there was no picnic without a pickle. "Maybe I need
someone better suited to the task," she said.

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But more arms wasn't the answer.

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"Maybe there's a trick to it," a dizzy Molly said. "I'll look for someone clever to help."

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But when she found them, they couldn't agree on anything.

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"Maybe I need someone powerful," Molly said.

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But the loud roars just hurt her ears.

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"Maybe I need someone with more experience, someone older," Molly said.

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But it was the wrong kind of experience.

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It seemed to Molly that everyone was enjoying picnics without any problems.

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But she didn't see any pickles, and she felt sorry for them.

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Her stomach rumbled now. But she had one more big idea.

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"I'll try anything," she said.

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But the pickles didn't respond to magic,

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heights,

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or music.

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They wouldn't even come out for an audience.

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Molly pouted.

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The pickles floated in the jar.

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Her stomach rumbled, longer than before.

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"Maybe it's time to go home," she said.

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Then she had a new idea, a small idea.

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At home, she held the jar up to her mom.

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And her mom opened it. Like magic, except magic hadn't worked.

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And Molly and her mom

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had the perfect picnic.



A closer look:

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