Write a story from the perspective of a pickle as it is going from a cucumber in the field to being jarred and put away for the year.
Write a story from the perspective of a pickle as it is going from a cucumber in the field to being jarred and put away for the year.
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I am a pickle. Well, no that isn't quite right, I'm a cucumber right now but soon I will be a pickle.

Days ago some friendly hands picked me up from my nice sunny patch in the field. I was about ready to come in, to be honest, the heat was getting to me and there were far too many rabbits lurking around. It was very nice to be carried inside, given a nice cool bath, and set aside for the night to sleep and relax.

I woke up a bit later than usual still surrounded in the colander by my other cucumber friends. They were still sleeping so I did my best not to disturb them. They weren't a talkative bunch normally anyway. The sun was just starting to peak in through the curtains above the sink when a lady entered the room. The same lady who grabbed me from the patch yesterday. She seemed very friendly and nice.

At least I thought so until she picked me up, bowl and all, and gave me a big shake. What a way to rise and shine. I could hear the other cucumbers grumbling too. She transported us a few feet away to another part of the countertop. Then, the lady mixed a bunch of ingredients in a big pot on the stove and it started to smell good but it also tickled my nose a bit. Perhaps a bit too garlicky for my tastes. 

Next thing I knew she was picking me up again but this time she stuck me in a jar! I couldn't believe it, it was finally happening! It's the most exciting day in any gherkins life. A few of my other cucumber friends joined me and we all nestled up close to each other. It was very cozy and everyone had a nice view through the glass too.

Then, the nice lady gave us a warm bath. It felt even nicer than the cool bath I had before. It had hints of dill and pepper and it covered me from my tippy toes all the way to the top of my head. She put a nice little roof over top sealing me in. And I knew that from this day forward I was a cucumber no more, now I was one proud pickle.
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