You've Got to Have Eyes in the Back of Your Head

There was a small dark rock little more than a pebble really who wanted more than anything to be a pickle to have that green skin all shined up and covered with bumps this rock pined with the thought of it but knew if it could only find its way into someone’s mouth that it could be sucked smooth maybe to a soft ruby glow or at least to a hard dry yellow and that would be something