Peanut Butter and Dill Pickle Sandwiches

Early in the morning, the chirp of the clock awakes. He rises, knowing what the new day holds. Shuffling downstairs, To the kitchen he goes, and makes a choice most consider quite bold. Peanut butter dill pickle sandwiches, What a wonderful way to start the day. How he craves the way the nut butter, closes his windpipe, and nearly suffocates him to death. At 6:00 a.m. sharp, the door raps a knock, and his friend greets him on the other side. Piling all their gear into the car, coats, hats, gloves and all, they embark on a two hour long car ride. They pass through valleys, they pass under mountains. They travel through snow and sleet and ice. While all the way talking, and enjoying a treat, which many do not consider quite nice. Peanut butter dill pickle sandwiches, what a wonderful way to start the day. How he craves the way the nut butter, closes his windpipe, and nearly suffocates him to death. At last, the car is parked! Out into the cold they step, and proceed to layer for warmth, for the mountain is deceiving. The transit authority's vehicle, rumbles up the dirty lane, and stops so it may take it's first passengers of the morning. At the mountain's inn, the boy decides to treat himself a treat, and vanquishes his hunger with the food he has been hoarding. Peanut butter dill pickle sandwiches, what a wonderful way to start the day. How he craves the way the nut butter, closes his windpipe, and nearly suffocates him to death. Finally on the lift, the cold blowing the snow up the mountain, the flakes caressing the near vertical ground like a wraith. At the top, unload and strap in, and forget all of life's pain and hate. Sliding effortlessly over the snow, throwing the angelically soft powder aside like a wave. Finally getting hungry again, they stop for luncheon, and he pulls out his favorite delicacy. Peanut butter dill pickle sandwiches, what a wonderful way to start the day. How he craves the way the nut butter, closes his windpipe, and nearly suffocates him to death. To tired to challenge the mountain any longer, they pile back into their preferred mode of transportation. Drifting dreamily back the way they came, not able to notice the overpowering pines. Back to his dwelling, he bids farewell to his old friend, and drops his bag on the floor. Shuffling once more to the kitchen, he produces bread from the cupboard, pickled Cucurbitacea from the fridge, and his beloved nut butter, and finally creates: Peanut butter dill pickle sandwiches, what a wonderful way to start the day. How he craves the way the nut butter, closes his windpipe, and nearly suffocates him to death.