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Pickle the Parrot — title page — pen and collage on paperLONELY lonely LONELY LONELYIn the end he always flew off, wings drooping, to spend his days alone.In fine weather he flew over the ocean and watched the waves slap at the sand.On overcast days Pickle went to the Huntington Gardens just to smell his favorite flowers.Not even the fat gray pigeons would fly with Pickle.Picklus, the parrot starendpagePickle and Arthur talked long into the night.there lived all alone high up on a hillHe was the loneliest parrot in the world.That evening, as they settled in for the night on the roof of the Hollywood Bowl…