(C) Playing with Possums
"p-pickle. my name is pickle." isaac gave her a questioning look. "seriously? your name is actually pickle?" he shook his head. "pous, petal, and pickle. your parents must have hated you."
Road to happieness: chapter 1
My anger began to rise i just the pickle jar and it shattered into pieces pickles going everywhere as i turned around and gave the lion an uppercut to his face.
Another Brother
"does it involve melting me down and taking me to the movies in a pickle jar?" "how'd you guess?" * * * it wasn't even an _uncomfortable_ pickle jar.
The Cohen-Kline Icosahedron, Ch 13
"seeing as i know you all really like pickles, i thought it might be fun to try a few different kind of pickled foods rather than just peppers and cucumbers." his entire roost created a half-circle around him in the blink of an eye.
Why You Shouldn't Sleep Late
pickles shook her head with a silent "i don't know!"
Power to the Players [3]: The Beginning
pickles smirked, avoiding priscilla's eyes in the crowd as she instead looked to skye. she didn't hesitate a moment. "i do!"
While the Stars Dance
pickles crooned, tracing a finger along his swollen length with a bemused expression.
Big Cat Afternoon 2: Hugo has some fun
Could it have been that he was expecting a day like today would be in his immediate future, even with pickles tormenting him in such a manner?
ND: Yeen Path Day 1
She wasn't lying: spear pickles, babies, huge dill-pickles all lay in the basket covered in crispy batter. \>"that's thoughtful," you manage, watching her ready another variety as you take a bite of her current offering. \>"jamie!"
I'd Say It Was...
pickles mewled, grabbing for his arm to steady herself as she rubbed up to him in the carefully balanced standing position.
Zion: Light of the New Moon Part 2, Ch 2.5 Bannihar
She tossed a half-pickle into her muzzle and chewed noisily.
Family Matters. Chapter Three.
"do you want pickles on your sandwich?" she asked pulling the bread down and starting to make him one. "why do you hate us so? you suckled on me teet!" the beaver continued from where she left off. "no, i hate pickles."