Mr. Pickle lived in a tiny house in the country. He grew vegetables and pickled (腌制) them.
One day, when he was sweeping, all his pickling bottles fell to the f." Never mind. Accidents happen.
There are more bottles in the shops. All I need is to find money to buy them," said Mr. Pickle.
"What about my house? Someone might open the door and take my furniture when I am gone," thought Mr. Pickle" , I will take the door of the house with me. That way nobody will be able to open it to go inside." He set off with the door on his bas a snail carries its house.
He came to a deep forest. As the sun began to set, Mr. Pickle climbed up and tied the door on a large tree".
I am sfrom all animals," said he. At mid-night, three men met under that tree to count gold coins they stole. Mr. Pickle was so frightened that he shivered (发抖). Finally, he shook the door right out of the tree. The door fell down, right on the robbers' heads! The robbers were frightened, too. They ran away, leaving everything behind. When the sun rose, Mr. Pickle dforty gold coins on the ground.
Mr. Pickle carried the door home and left for town with the coins. "I am rich. I can buy some bottles now!"
Mr. Pickle excitedly. Along the way, he met a man with a handsome walking stick. Mr. Pickle was so satisfied that he bought it with all the coins he had. He continued his journey h.
After a while, he noticed an apple tree on the left side of the road. He tthe stick at an apple. Luckily, the stick knocked an apple off the tree. He picked it up and started eating it. However, the stick was now shigh up in the tree.
Mr. Pickle thought and smiled," Now all I need is to find money to buy the bottles."
