Mr Pickle's Party

It was a party, but so much more. Each participant came directly from their origins; not from the community store. There was no alcohol and all the beverages were Fruit and Vegetable based. None but healthy fruits and veggies were allowed to enter the main door. This affair was to be something special and different; a pool of greenery fresh from God's brown earth; colors of orange and yellow were also among the colors present. One would have thought to have arrived at the United Nations of Fruits and Vegetables. Everyone, invitees as well as passers-by would stop and stare with puzzled eyes at such a dare. It was a Pickle Party hosted by the best Pickles ever grown or seen. Mr. Pickle himself, wanted to share with 'his world' the need to develop a plan to change mankind's attitude about food. Tomatoes, the reddest kind, was placed on center stage. The best-looking tomatoes was the lead singer, surrounded by Peppers red, orange, and green. Her theme song was, "Pick your Pickle and Pull your Peach". And embraced in a sea of green were all kinds of Greens, an abundance of Avocadoes, Cabbages, Lettuce, Celeries, Water Melons, green and red Apples, Peaches, yellow Bananas, and Nectarines. There were even a bunch of nuts there, the brown variety like Almons, Pecans, and Walnuts. I'm not the partying kind, but I really wanted to be a part of this Pickle Party. I knew that my chances of getting in were remote, but I made the attempt anyway. I knew that lots of Pickles would be present, but I never dreamed that Mr. Pickle himself would be at the door. Mr. Pickle was greeting every fruit, nut, and vegetable with a smile as they entered. It was very clear that I was neither nut, fruit, nor vegetable, but Mr. Pickle gave me the biggest smile and said, "Thanks for coming; enjoy the party". 090722PSCtest, It's A Pickle Party, Mystic Rose Rose