Enjoying the final days of her pregnancy, she was walking along, softly singing the song “My mother gave me a nickle, to buy a pickle. I didn’t buy the pickle, I bought some chewing gum….” Without warning, a green cigar-shaped craft dropped to the earth before her, bright red and amber lights flickering along its rim. She stood spellbound for several seconds, before, what looked like a jar lid began unscrewing on the bottom of the ship. It flopped down on its hinges, and, from within, a ramp slowly descended from the space ship. As the bottom of the ramp touched the ground, she saw someone, or something, descending a set of stairs. The creature, like the craft was all in green. It, too, was somewhat cigar-shaped. Facial features were obscured, but a lumpy speckled skin covered its body. Their eyes met, and a loud voice was heard to proclaim, “I am Pickle Man! I am dillighted to meet you my sweet little gherkin.” The bewildered woman was inexpicklebly seized by a craving for strawberries.
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