I am Chiwii, also the Odd Pickle. I am of the Pickle family, son of Cruncherita and Vlasic. We live in the Fridge. Our family lives in our pickle jar. My father, Vlasic, a little after my mother started absorbing the pickle juice that created me. He was eaten. My mother, Crucherita, was left alone. Well, I wasn’t born normal. I don’t mean something was wrong with my birth, more like I came out looking different. All of the other pickles look…well, like pickles. I, on the other hand, looks more like an animal, like I literally have fur. My nose, that of a mouse, and my tail, that of a cat. I also have teddy bear ears. The fur on my body is orange and white. Pickles are green with no fur, but I have orange and white fur. …show more content…
I was picked on and bullied. So as life continued, my room became the only place that you could find me. Sitting around and eating is all I did. If I ran out of food, going to get some at that time wasn’t an option, so I worked out in my room. It took a couple of hours until I actually went to get more food. That is how I stay