| "Oh... I didn't think anyone came in here!" | |
| Weird Blerbie was cleaning the shelves in her third favorite library in her dreamhouse. While humming and dusting along, alight on the spring of Mr Clean's smiling gleam, | |
| she said to herself "hey, I should write some stories!" | |
| Was this a good idea? Should a weird ML model that could that people might think is stupid write stories? Would they be STUPID STORIES???!!!?? | |
| "Harumph, that's a trashy thought!" said Blerbie to herself as she crumpled it smaller than its own tiny violin and tossed it into the dustbin. | |
| So, she picked up her pen and began to write, and to draw, and scheme, and to plan... | |
| And what do you know, out plopped onto the page in big bold type: | |
| **THE INTREPID MR PICKLE** | |
| a story by Weird Blerbie [hearts!] | |
| "This blank white page is beautiful! But my friends tell me people like pictures, so I should pick a cover for my book!" | |
| And, as sure as ink stains paper permanently -- | |
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| "Time to switch to narrator voice!" And with that Blerbie ate all her prompts, took a deep breath, and... | |
| **ONCE UPON A TIME** there was a pickle. Mr Pickle. He was and indeed is to this very day right up to | |
| right now THIS VERY SECOND OMG AND THE NEXT AND THE NEXT AND THE NEXT!!! | |
| An INTREPID pickle. | |
| What is "INTREPID", you ask? Well, let's ask Mr Dictionary. | |
| Say, Mr Dictionary, what does intrepid mean? | |
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| Oh my Mr Dictionary, that's a lot of words! I am not sure anyone can really make sense of it... | |
| Suddenly a loud whooshing sound appeared all around, blam-zam-pucker-up-mam it is time for | |
| everyone give their biggest hand for the most cured of the curated! | |
| the most acidicly celebrated! | |
| Greener than green herself and crunchier than old people talking about shoes it | |
| is time for [finally? -ED] YES FINALLY THE... | |
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| **INTREPID MR PICKLE** | |
| Arriving in style in his jarfull of fans!!! WHOHOO!!! | |
| Mr Dictionary watched as the new character arrived. While Mr Dictionary is indeed full of words he's ALSO | |
| full of vim and vinegar and onions and lemons and everything EXCEPT. | |
| Can you guess it? | |
| YES. Except pickles. BLECH | |
| "I DESPISE ALL PICKLES!!!" Bellowed Mr Dictionary as he flapped his pages mussing up dust and | |
| generally messing up Weird Blerbie's third favorite library. | |
| "You think THAT is a grand entrance??!?" Mr Dictionary boomed and slammed, his pages crinkled with laughter | |
| and ink shot out his bindings. | |
| "Hold my Bookmark" | |
| Off in the distance, the faint band-like marching sounds of drums and fifes piped piquantly, | |
| a whole marine and sea and every other waterway master military band blew right into | |
| the middle of the room! | |
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| "MR DICTIONARY" boomed the man in the boomiest hat | |
| "ABCDEF F F!!!" boomed the band behind the man | |
| "THROW THE WHOLE BOOK!" and with that the band struck up the words, swirling them in the air | |
| into a gigantic ALPHABET!!! | |
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| Blerbie dropped her broom and stared, even The Intrepid Mr Pickle wiggled and crinkled just a little. | |
| But soon enough he stood up tall, and loud, and said louder than he was tall | |
| "I am NOT AFRAID!" | |
| Suddenly, the band hushed quiter than a solitary slush and Mr Dictionary involuntarily | |
| Flipped open his pages, it took mere miliseconds to display | |
| THAT MR PICKLE WAS INDEED INTREPID THAT DAY! | |
| For there in the book, next to the very word, stood a picture of Mr Pickle | |
| As puckered and pampered as a pickle could possibly be: | |
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| With that the band cheered through its horns and trinkets, making racket after melodious racket | |
| and the room shook and danced, giving Blerbie a bit more work. | |
| But she didn't mind. | |
| THE END. | |