Include the following words in a story or poem: callous, pickle, spell, snail, firefighter.
Once upon a time, there was a callous pickle that loved to make spells. One day, he cast a spell on a firefighter which would make him bald, small, and have warts on his head.
Later that day, the callous pickle wanted to build some houses, so he and his friends could party and eat chips all night long. So, when he got done with his houses, he stepped on a nail and had to go to the hospital. The callous pickle went to a room to get a shot but the callous pickle hated shots a lot. So that was the karma for casting a spell on the poor, nice firefighter.
After the shot was done the callous pickle went and donated all of his money to the fire station. And then he went to an orphanage and donated his houses so they all had more space to steep in.
The callous pickle went back to his main house.
This year was callous. My name is Brian and my house got burned down and a firefighter died. It was sad. Then I came back to the house and saw the firefighter -- he had a snail coming out of his nose but I cast a spell on him and he came back to life and then he said, "I need pickles!" (his word for brains). I ran away. He scared me to death. Then he went to sleep. I called 911 and they put him in a lab. He escaped and said "I need pickles!" People called the bug exterminator. People went nuts and then people killed it. I said, "I will never do that again and good night, good night, daddy. Oh, daddy, will it ever happen again?" Maybe! I hope not...
"Dad! There is a pickle monster in my bedroom window! Help!"
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That One Pickle
Once upon a time there was a poor man that could only afford a small pickle jar he had been saving his money almost the entire month!So he walked down to the market and said one pickle jar please the manager then said”that's the last jar”thanks a lot said the poor man he walked out of the market and went back to his home under the town's bridge he then opened up the tightly closed pickle jar and found what he had never seen not even in his dreams what he saw was a glittering gold pickle that looked so delicious that he could devour it whole!so the old man took a small bite out of the golden pickle and his old rags turned into a gold cape and a glittering crown and his bridge turned into a big castle and a huge barrel that was filled of gold and you might as well say he was a king the old man couldn't just stay there he had to tell everyone the miracle he first ran to the old fruit stand right across the street from his old house under the town’s bridge he said to the woman who was running the stand I’m the richest of them all I'm the most awesome of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the woman said the king then ran to the blacksmith shop and said to the crafter I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the crafter said the king then ran to the magic shop there was a old woman that almost looked like a with the king said to the witch I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them and I’m the most handsome of them all the witch then said in a hideous voice you're to greedy so i will cast a spell on you that will make it so you will never be any of those again the old witch cast a spell on the king that turned him into a snail forever!the king was never heard of again
Moral of the story: Don't ever be too greedy :)
I just knew it when me and my co-firefighters heard the siren that played the dubstep remix of "Catch me Outside How Bout Dat." We knew that we were going to be in a pickle because that the siren that informs us when a snail crawls into an electrical box and starts a fire at a thrift shop. As we drive over, I start to realize that the 3 months I have been a firefighter, my hands have become so calloused it's like a callous spell was placed on me. When we get there, we carefully extract the dead snail and put out the fire to realize we found a purse. Not just any purse, but a gold purse wrapped in glass with gold on it. Little did we know that that would change my life.
There was a tall man, his name was oswald. He didn't have any friends, because he was so tall. Nobody really cared for him, and nobdy really respected him. One night, he prayed to god that he could become smaller, smaller then anyone he has ever seen, and god listened. The next morning, he woke and he noticed that his feet didn't hang off at the end of the bed anymore, matter of fact, he noticed he didn't even have any feet. he looked down at his hands, no hands. And his whole body was green. ''What happened to me?'' he says as he struggles to get up out of bed. He looks in his mirror. He turned into a pickle. ''How could this happen?'' but at that moment he remebers what the prayer he had said to god. ''This isn't what I meant!'' he shouts. He tried to put on his work clothes but they all didn't fit. To big. He needed to get some clothes. So he went to the thrift shop. As he walked in, everyone was staring at him. ''Uh hi everyone..'' But then as he said that, they all started screaming and then everyone ran out of the shop. ''How can I pay for my clothes without the cashire?' He thought. Then he relized that he didn't need to anymore. ''Everything is free!'' he shouts as he takes everything home from the store. Then the next day, he goes to a lemonade stand. ''Hey.. got any grapes?" he said to the girl who worked behind the stand. The girl said, "No but we have lemonade, cold and fresh and completley homemade.'' And the pickle said, "I'll pass." and he waldded away. Till the very next day
I was taking a casual stroll in the park when suddenly, I came across a portal in a tree stump. I was going to avoid it, and forget about it, but I could not get it outr of my mind. It was about 12:00am, and I ran all the way to the same park. I got to the portal and crawled in. For about ten seconds, my body was flailing around at high speeds, and I was being stretched out. I flopped onto the ground and opened my eyes. I saw a world of bright colors. i got up and looked around. I noticed a large castle, made of bagels, it appeared. But poorly, and callously made. Probably halfway cooked, too. I walked in and greeted an oversized hamster who led me to a pickle wizard. For some reason, he was unhappy to see me because he casted a spell on me that would permanantly turn me into a firefighter who says nothing but the word snails. I yelled out "SNAAAAAAAAIL!" and fell onto my knees begging for the spell to be removed. "Snail snail snaaaail snail snail?" Surprisingly, the wizard understood, and removed the spell. He led me back to the portal and I ran all the way back home. I grabbed some pizza from the fridge, and went to bed. Thank god this wasn't a dream. This would be a crazy story to tell my friends.
"Honey, wake up. It's time for school."
I am an encumbered cucumber in a pickle;
My skin no longer a callous, now soft and exposed,
Like a snail--tender, edible, weak.
Yet, the brine is full of chilis and peppers,
They'll need a firefighter to fight my fire,
My tastiness will cast a spell on you.
My vulnerability is my strength, my protection.
My sourness is my sweetness, my shell was my cage,
Pinching my strength at the ends.
Choke on this vinegar, cough at my temper,
Pretend to know how to protect yourself from my wit,
My sluggish brilliance will sneak into your undeserved pride
And that'll be the end of your reign over me.
One day there was a pickle who always went for a walk in the morning. He was always happy and made people feel better. One day we was walking and he found a snail all alone in the park. The pickle walked up to the snail and asked him how his day was going. The snail said that his day was horrible. "Why?" said the pickle. "No one wants to be my friend." replied the snail. "I'll be your friend," said the pickle" want to come for a walk with me?" "Sure." said the snail. Later that morning, pickle and the snail were walking across the bridge and the snail callously pushed the bird that was walking by off the bridge and the pickle was shocked. Soon the firefighters came to save the bird. The firefighter asked what happened to the bird and the pickle replied, " Snail pushed the bird off the bidge!" The firefighter put a spell on the snail for him to always be nice. And that was the story about the pickle and the snail.
It all started when
Chief Pickle got the fire call
Soon the firefighters arrived
At the scene
There was a
From aluminum foil
Chief pickle ran
Inside the burning house
Soon to come
Out with a young boy He was fine
Then the callous
Walked slower than
Soon after came the father
Like he was under
A spell of daze
But it all started when
someone put in the
An aluminum foil bag that
Was holding breadsticks
In the MICROWAVE
Once upon a time there was a firefighter named Jim. Jim loved to spell, and he loved to eat pickles. He loved all living things even snails. But one day everything he loved just left him. He got sad and turned into a calloused man who was very alone.
Once upon a time there was a callous firefighter who fell asleep in the fire station. Since he was uncaring to the others, they played a prank n him while he was sleeping. They took a snail off of the ground and put it in his mouth. The snail carried an evil spell that when ever said the word "pickles" a pickle will fall from the sky and hit him on the head. He had to live like this for the rest of the life, except one day he was outside having a barbeque and he asked his wife if they had any pickles, and the evil spell dropped a pickle from the sky and since he had no roof to protect himsel from the falling pickle, it hit him so hard that he died. The End.
Once upon a time in on a day like today their was a firefighter on a call to put out a fire. When he got there there was a snail trapped in his burning hunt, so the firefighter races over and grabes the hose and starts spraying. After he puts out the fire the snail said a witch named Callous put a fire spell onto his house. After the firefighter gets back to the station he goes onto google and finds Callous's facebook. Then he goes to Callous's house and puts a fire spell on her house.
It was an average day in Firefighter middle school, and there was a spelling B. Pickle, had practiced all month for the spelling B while on the other hand Snail didn't but he wanted to enter anyways. Pickle was nervouse although he had done this many times in the past, he still felt a tingle in his tummy. As the kids started flowing into the atitorium Pickle and Snail rn back stage to get ready for the spelling B, as Pickle was called out to the stage the woman with the microphone anounched "spell callous". Pickle had never spelled callous before so he said "calus" it was wrong. Snail was soon calle out to the stage and told the same thing, "spell callous" the woman announched again. "callous" Snail spelled out, he was correct. He won, and Pickle was sad!
The callous man can't
But yet the callous man can
Contradict me much?
In the morning I woke up I just knew.......
I knew it was going to be a rough day.
The clock tick tick ticking as slow as a snail.
I have to stop looking, I thought to myself,
everytime I look, I feel suddenly shook,
that clock's hand just won't move faster.
Sometimes I wish that big round clock would disappear,
I wish that I would not dump coffee on my Patagonia,
I wish I would not forget to shut off my car lights and kill my battery.
Sometimes I just wish that I would not have these days.
The best thing is when you are having a rough day,
and someone has the nerve to ask you what is wrong,
then suddenly your eyes fill up with that forbidden liquid,
and that watery liquid slowly streams down your face.
You try to conceal your emotions,
bottle them up and throw it.
But some days you just can not.
I just knew upon waking up, today would be one of those days.....
the callous firefighter put a spell on a snail and it became a pickle!?
Pickel's are SWEET.
Pickel's are SOUR
Pickel's are GOOD.
Pickels are GROSS.
Pickels are BUMPY.
Pickels are SMOOTH.
Pickels are BLUE,
And so are YOU.
Thank you so much!!!! (But this is terrible)
Her calloused fingers shook as she remembered why she was here. "H-here's my note," her small, shaky voice stuttered. She walked with fear as she approached the room at the end of the long corridor. She knocked on the door, only to be greeted with no reply. "Hello, is anyone in office today? I'm Sarah Reynolds, I'm here to apply for the new job on the team."
After a few wrenching minutes, the scraped-up door finally opened, allowing Sarah to enter the dark room. It smelled of pickles and half-eaten turkey sandwiches. Sarah cringed as she took in the smell and let her eyes adjust to the light. She saw a short, half-bald man with a mustache glancing up at her from the desk across the room. There was no chair for her to sit, so she approached the desk and stood with an expecting countenance.
"You're that Reynolds girl," his voice boomed from the chair.
"Yes, I'm Sarah Reynolds. Here to apply for the job as Assistant Officer."
"Well, I mean, I'm not the Captain, so I can't really help ya' there."
"Oh, do you know when he will be in?"
"Lady, you've gotta' chill out for just a sec. No one's gonna be judging you on your attitude, just on how well you perform as a detective. The Captain should be back in just a few minutes. He's at lunch right now."
"Oh, okay, thank you. I guess I could loosen up a bit." Sarah blushed while staring at the ground.
"Anyways, I'm the chief firefighter. I'm just keepin' watch while Cap gets back from eating. The dude's prolly just eatin' an entire can of mayonaisse again. Pig."
Sarah let out a chuckle but quickly recovered, remembering where she was.
"Actin' like a witch with that cackle there, Sarah Bell. I'm afraid you's gonna put a spell on me."
Sarahs's face turned a deep red. She was scared. If everyone acted like the Cheif Firefighter, there's no way she could get a job here. Deciding to go along with his humor, she says, "Don't worry, I won't turn you into a snail today."
"Ha ha, yeah, that's funny! Keep that attitude!"
And just then, the Captain walked in.
Pickles are SWEET
Pickles are SOUR
Pickles are BUMBY
Pickles are GREEN
Pickles are IN A JAR
Pickles are YUMMY
Pickles are COOL
Pickles are DELICIOUS
Pickles are MY FAVORITE
PICKLE OH PICKLE
TICKLE YOUR THROATLE CORDS
This story is about a firefighter’s life and what she likes. Once there was a firefighter that loves her job but she doesn't like the callous she gets on her hands. But she overpowers the callous and goes on in her job. When she gets home she loves to open a jar of pickles and almost eats the whole jar but leaves some in the jar for later when she was sleeping a witch came in her room at night and puts a spell on she and turns her into a snail.
“I just knew I was gonna get into pickle jar” said the small firefighter. Snail his
best friend was sliding on by after talking to jack rabbit. I asked snail if he could help me
get out of here but he said that I needed to spell the words in the next spelling Bee if I
didn’t say yes I would have been stuck in the jar forever.
After he got me unstuck with his slime he asked me how got stuck in the jar in the
first place. I told him that I was talking to beetle and deer fly and they asked me why I
wasn’t a animal like them and that I shouldn’t be here because i’m a human not a bug or
a deer or a rabbit no I am a human.
He said “well you need to get ready for the spelling bee or else you will fail every
word they put out there like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” I agreed with him and
before I could say my last sentence it was time to go home. When I got home I grabbed
my dictionary and read all the words and learned how to spell every single word in the
The next day was a disaster I had spent all night preparing for the spelling bee but
then I realized that I forgot every word and how to spell it. The I knew that I would let
snail down if I don’t do this so I studied again and again until I knew every word in the
dictionary. In the hour I had left I ran to snails house but he wasn’t there so I had to run
to the spelling bee. When I got there I was ready to start saying words to the judges and
telling them what the words mean.
When it started everyone was nervous but me and when I looked out in the
crowed I say snail right in the front row waiting for me to shine like a spelling master.
pickle pickle pickle
oh how you tickle my throat
so I sold you to a firefighter who took you to his boat
and when he ate you tickled his throat
so he put you on his sail, but you turned into a snail
with a spell that I got from a witch who lived in a ditch
and gave me a callous that began to bloat
so I washed it with soap
and that's when I saw you in the boat
so I saved my little pickle
and the firefighter threatened to cut you with a sickle
but i took back my pickle
and now I don't mind if you tickle my throat.
One small pickle in the pail
Two great callous snails
Three tasty liver of whale
To make the spell of ginger ale
To help the sweaty firefighter
To combat the lighter
That set the house on fire
And save the helpless choir
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a pickle. It was an ordinary pickle. But, it was about to be eaten by a firefighter. In the backyard, there was a snail that had been trying to rescue the pickle for days. The snail got into the house and was almost at the pickle when the pager went off, and the snail fell off the table, cracking his shell, and becoming a slug. The pager said that there was a brush fire about 15 miles away. The firefighter ran to his car and sped off to the station. Meanwhile, the slug had managed to get back up, but all of a sudden, he cast a spell on himself. In the blink of an eye, he teleported right next to the pickle and his shell was back in one piece. He then cast another spell that shrunk the pickle so that it could fit inside of him and ate it. The car door slammed shut. He was back! The snail teleported himself onto the windowsill and watched cautiously as the firefighter went to close the window next to him. The snail noticed that there were callouses on his hands. He closed the window and went to the fridge, grabbing a huge jar of pickles. Yum!
the once was a pickel who lived in a nickle wich was firends with a cicle whos name is pickle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who like’s them anyway
So long and round
So chewy and tart