Pickles And Flamingos

This Story is about a flamingo, and that flamingo made an unlikely friend. One day, it was nice and breezy in the flock. There was a flamingo sitting beside a rock, the rest of the flock were’t that nice to him. So he searched out in look for a friend.

Slowly, he stood up, leaving the rock behind. He walked straight toward me, an unpleasant look on his face. I started to back away, what did this guy want? He just stepped closer, and said, "Hey Micah." "Ahh Mr. Pickles!" I said in my fake, not excited tone of voice.

"Pickles? People still call me that?" he said. I shrugged. I looked at his feet & muttered, "You bring gherkins to one church potluck & you're a pariah for life." He started to weep. I put my arm around his shoulder, not knowing what else to do. "Sorry. I didn't mean it," I lied.

“I personally love a nice half-sour gerkin.” This helped a bit. He stopped crying quite so loudly, at least. This was good, because people were beginning to stare.

And with that, a new brand was born: Perky Pickles. And with that new brand, a memorable tagline: "There's no day so dark it can't be brightened with the right type of pickle—brine or shine, Perky is there for you."