Chapter 7 Waiting to die
Since you and no one else will come here and save me, I'm just going to sit in this pickle until I die. No one will care. Except those people who are waiting for the next chapter of this story to end. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to die and no one will care. Maybe you all should write my will. Oh well, time to tell.
Grooaaannn. So bored. I sat, then stood, crouch, kneel, spit all over the walls of the pickle. I started singing,
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as...pickles.
I added that last word cause the inside of this pickle is really white.