The Good, the Bad and the Pickled
Three jars. One final crunch.
Three western pickles circle one buried jar beneath a sun hot enough to boil the brine. One is good, one is bad, and one has been fermenting so long nobody remembers his original category.
When the music stops, only the fastest fork in the cemetery gets the final crunch.
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