Kind of a big dill

There was a story, a long time ago, That followed a circus’s travelling show. There were jugglers and magic and skilled acrobats.

There was much to cheer, There were so many great acts. But not everyone was shown to the crowd.

Not everyone was cheered, not everyone was allowed.

Backstage at the show, stood all on his own, was a cannon named Pete, who was always alone...

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Pete was too stumpy and Pete was too small, so Pete couldn’t carry or shoot cannonballs.

The Circus Master Mr.Port, was cruel cruel man, and said Pete would never be seen, nor given a chance.

And so Pete said goodbye and wheeled away from the show,And wheeled himself as far as his little wheels could go.

Days and nights past, Pete travelled so far, until he stumbled outside of “Pickly’s Bar”

As Pete wheeled to the door and gently pushed through, he heard all the customers let out a big woo!

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As the big tall bartender poured them a shot, of this special green liquid from his big briny pot.

Pete saw just how happy the people became, when they drank the green liquor and shouted the bartenders name.

Oh Big Tall Bartender, you serve the best shots, yes I do yelled the bartender, and I like serving lots.

Pete looked at the jar sat on the bar and immediately knew, that this was his moment to prove he did have a use.

He didn’t need people, nor did he need cannonballs, he just needed a pickle to get his round of applause.

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So he nudged a pickle off of the bar, that fell right in his muzzle, He leaned himself back, the whole bar was puzzled.

And BANG- Pete launched the pickle afar, all over the drinkers, all across the bar.

From that day on they became partners in crime, no bar team was slicker, than the bar that was known for...

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