D.O.B:
One sunny day in late spring when the soil was warm, and the breeze just right, a Newberg farmer tucked a neat row of cucumber seedlings into the ground. He had a good feeling his pickles were going to win the prize at the August state fair, and as he strutted back to his farmhouse, he could already taste their sweet, briny flavor – and victory. It wasn’t long before spring turned into summer and the plants grew long vines and big green leaves. And so the cucumbers grew plumper as cucumbers do, but one gherkin was different than all the rest. Dillon, although not the largest of the bunch, had a keen taste for adventure. His siblings poked fun at the fantastical tales he told after dusk in their little dirt patch. His favorite story was about a magical land where people were always smiling and laughing. He imagined crowds...