I once saw a pickle in a jar. It was a funny sight for the Pickle had a happy face. (That, of course was from where the seeds in the cucumber has come out) I was happy because the pickle just looked so dandy in his little jar of vinegar.

But one day, Happy Pickle wasn't so happy for my evil malicious husband came along and ATE him. Thus was the demise of Happy Pickle.

(The pickle was in no way photo-manipulated. Pickles were indeed harmed in the making of this sandwich)