Larry the pickle
hey i'm not a pickle i'm a cucumber larry the cucumber wake up woundering what happen to his pillow he start look he look under his bed in the frezer in his shoe he only find his sock i be lay on it when i go to bed he scremed a he look in his drawer flick the light on and off he flick it and flick it again but he could n't find his pillow hey he yell how be i suposed to watch t. v. he pick up a pencil and write wheres my pillow he felt the floor his pillow there on the floor asleep he go