Why am I always
last? It seems as if everyone has left me.
I wonder why, do I have to many lumps? Or maybe I am too green! Well no matter what the cause is I am stuck
alone in this pickle jar still waiting to be chosen for my destiny. But alas! The refrigerator door has opened
once again. The hand reaches towards my
jar and picks it up. By now I am like a
child on Christmas day. But then it
reaches back in and grabs the bag of carrots.
The carrots are laughing at me! I feel so ashamed. But even worse in my spot the human places a
brand new pickle jar. Slowly the human
make its way and without even having to think
they throw me into the garbage.
All I can do now is try not to cry.
Maybe it was time for me to go to a new home anyway...
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