How The Teenie Weenies Fill The Pickle Barrels For

How the Teenie Weenies fill the Pickle Barrels For weeks and weeks the Teenie Weenies hammered and sawed with their tiny tools. They worked from early morning until dark, every single day but Sunday, for it takes a lot of work to build strong barrels seven and a half inches high, especially when the men who build them are only two and a half to three inches tall. Row after row of the handsome little barrels with their shining silvered hoops stood under a certain thicket of low hanging bushes and all the little folks felt mighty proud of their work. “What are you going to put into those lovely little barrels?” asked a curious sparrow one evening as the General walked out from under the bush where the men were working. “They’re to be filled with Teenie Weenie Pickles,” answered the General. “How interesting,” chirped the sparrow, “little bitsie ones?” “Yes, only about two inches long,” smiled the General. “And they’re the nicest, crispest pickles you ever tasted,” shouted the Dunce, who happened to be passing by. “A pickle a day keeps you happy and gay,” sang the Dunce as he hurried on. After a great many barrels had been made the General decided it was about time to commence filling them with pickles. The little cucumbers had been picked more than a year before, and had been cured, and processed, and sorted, and preserved, and spiced until they were just right—fullflavored and delicious, and yet so crisp that they would break before they would bend.

The dainty Lady of Fashion made it her duty to see that all the men who handled the pickles kept themselves neat and clean. She made every Teenie Weenie wash his hands and then she carefully manicured his tiny finger nails. “Teenie Weenie Pickles are not only to be the best pickles on the market—they are also to be the cleanest,” said the little lady. It took a great deal of work to fill one of the sturdy barrels, for each one held over two hundred pickles, and one pickle was quite all one Teenie Weenie could carry. All day long the little men carried the tiny pickles from the pickling vat to the barrel, where they were dropped into a big bucket. When the bucket was full it was hoisted up and emptied into the top of the barrel. A squirrel had been hired by the Teenie Weenies for the task of hoisting the pickles, and he did the work very well, although he demanded rather high wages. He received a hickory nut an hour with ten minutes off every hour to eat the nut. The work of filling the barrel went along smoothly until one day something happened that made a lot of extra work for the Teenie Weenies, but it also gave them a lot of amusement. The Dunce fell into a pickle barrel. He was helping to lift the heavy wooden stopper, which fits tightly into the opening on top of the barrel, when he slipped, and down he went into the barrel with a great splash among the pickles. Fortunately he was not hurt and the little folks quickly let down a rope and pulled him out.

The Teenie Weenies enjoyed a good laugh at the Dunce’s expense, but they had to pay for their laugh, for the Lady of Fashion insisted that the barrel should be emptied, washed out and refilled with fresh pickles. “That will take a lot of work,” growled the Old Soldier. “Of course it will,” said the Lady of Fashion, “but who wants to eat pickles after the Dunce has wallowed around among them.” “W-W-W-Why I-I-I had a b-b-bath this morning,” stuttered the dripping Dunce. “That doesn’t make a bit of difference,” answered the Lady of Fashion, “that barrel has got to be thoroughly cleaned.” “No one will know that I fell in,” argued the Dunce, who was just a little lazy at times and didn’t quite like the idea of doing his share of the work at cleaning the barrel. “No, the person who buys the barrel will not know that you fell in,” said the Lady of Fashion, “but we will know it and we are not going to sell pickles that you have fallen into.” So the barrel was emptied, thoroughly washed out and refilled with fresh pickles. And that is one reason why Teenie Weenie Sweets are so good—they’re exceedingly clean.

The Teenie Weenies The Teenie Weenie Lady of Fashion loved the woods. Although she was no taller than a salt-shaker, she was not afraid and she loved to take long walks all alone. She liked to look at the wild flowers, high above her head, and she enjoyed sitting under a friendly mushroom with a bit of sewing or a tiny book. One lovely morning she set off for the woods and when she did not return for lunch the General became alarmed. “She might have fallen into a rabbit’s hole, or a weasel might have spied her,” thought the General, so he ordered the tiny factories closed, where the Teenie Weenie food products were made, and sent the Teenie Weenie workers in search of the missing Lady of Fashion. The Teenie Weenie Indian finally picked up her trail and the little folks followed it for some distance into the deep woods. They could see where her tiny heels, hardly as big as the head of a pin, left their marks in the soft earth. Once they found a bit of her dress that had been caught by a thorn, then her tracks stopped. It was plain to be seen that she had fallen down. Her tiny handkerchief lay on the ground. All about the spot were the tracks of an animal. The marks of its sharp claws could be plainly seen in the earth. The Teenie Weenies all stared at one another in alarm, then something happened ... a big squirrel popped his head over the top of a stone. He held the Lady of Fashion in his mouth, but he quickly set her on the ground.

“I-I-I’m all right,” smiled the Lady of Fashion. “I-I turned my ankle and couldn’t walk. I-I-I sat here for ever so long and finally this kind squirrel came along and was going to carry me home when we met you.” “That was mighty fine of you,” said the General, bowing to the squirrel. “Don’t mention it! Don’t mention it!” answered the squirrel. “But I will mention it!” exclaimed the General. “We appreciate what you have done and we would like to repay you in some way for your kindness. Could I ask you to accept a pail of Monarch Teenie Weenie Peanut Butter and a pail of Monarch Teenie Weenie Pop Corn for your kindness? You know we put up this pop corn and peanut butter ourselves.” “I have heard that the Teenie Weenie food products are wonderfully good,” said the squirrel, “and I consider myself most fortunate.” “You are!” shouted the Dunce, who was very fond of peanut butter. “I would like Mr. Squirrel to have a box of Teenie Weenie Wheat Hearts,” cried the Lady of Fashion. “I’m sure he’d like them.” “Wheat Hearts?” asked the Squirrel. “What are they?” “Monarch Teenie Weenie Wheat Hearts,” answered the General, “is a most delicious breakfast food. It is made of the toasted hearts of wheat.” “It sounds wonderful!” cried the squirrel. “Hearts of wheat are very nourishing and I should think that they would be delicious when toasted.” “You shall have a package,” said the General. “Give him some pickles and Teenie Weenie Sardines!” shouted the Dunce.

“Stop!” cried the squirrel. “You have given me more than I deserve and I will not take another thing.” The little people thanked the squirrel again for his kindness and placing the Lady of Fashion on a tiny stretcher, which the Old Soldier made from a few twigs and a leaf, they carried the little lady home. The Doctor found that she had sprained her ankle, but with the help of crutches, which the Turk made out of a couple of toothpicks, the tiny woman was able to hobble about. Early the next morning the Teenie Weenies carried the Teenie Weenie Pop Corn, Wheat Hearts and Peanut Butter to the tree in which the squirrel lived. He seemed wonderfully pleased with the Teenie Weenie food and the little folks have since learned that the squirrel is considered very wealthy and envied by all the animals and birds in the forest.