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So forth, the natural philosopher called to his grandson, Mortmier, "come forth, and grasp the cucumber vegetable on mine workbench" Young Mortimer responded to his grandfather "This better not be one of your devious schemes in order to play a practical joke on me, grandfather" the natural philosopher said to his grandson "i do not jest, Mortimer" Mortimer cautiously approached the workbench, hand out, ready to grasp the green cucumber layed out so Mortimer flipped the pickle over The pickle exclaimed so: "I have transmuted myself into a pickle Mortimer! It is I, Pickled Richard!" Mortimer, the grandson, was not so amused Pickled Richard inquired to his grandson "Are you not impressed by my talents in natural philosophy?" Mortimer, deeply disappointed in his brilliant Grandfather, responded "No" Pickled Richard ceased speaking, as he had realized, his grandson Mortimer thought of such experience to be quite colloquial, as opposed to his own feelings