Delivering a Pickle

“It’s a pickle, Puss,” her husband proposes. “Is it sweet?” she probes. “It’s a dill, Darling. Just what the doctor ordered.” The doctor’s face, like vinegar. The nurse didn’t care for pickles at all. She thought the pickle was a prop. “No,” the doctor said, “It is a proper pickle and delicious, though I’ve not tried it.” The nurse just stared at the newest addition to the pickling jar. It’s junior size, a miniature snack, at best. It won’t get any bigger. “Get me a Gherkin!” the doctor yells, “Stat!” “That’s not a pickle!” yells the wife, “That’s not a craving. It’s a baby cucumber.” “Well, I’ll be pickled!” the doctor laughs. “What a quack!” whispers the husband to his wife. To the nurse, “Get my wife a snack.” The nurse brings in the prized pickle and the wife snatches the giant jolly green, “Now, this will do quite nicely.” And the couple lived happily ever after, unencumbered, having the whole enchilada, well the prickly pickle, dear. 8/27/2022 Contest: It's A Pickle Party Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose