“Ice Cream!”
Speeding around the corner, at a 45-degree angle, just barely able to keep control but finally skidding into the bushes.
“Ice Cream!” I hear him shout back, as I slam sideways to the ground, just in time to see his feet disappear into the house.
“Ice Cream!” It must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
They only have to call once for “Ice Cream!”
“Dinner” or “Bed Time,” now that’s another story; he won’t desert me for those things until they call a lot and even then he leaves slowly.
“Ice Cream!” I wonder if it’s anything like “Swimming!”
Ledonna Wallace July 13, 2001
3 responses
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Allen Freeman gave props (2 Nov 2008):
I don't see the ice cream but this is a great image.
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L. McGowan said (3 Nov 2008):
Sorry... This image actually belongs with a poem about the parents calling a boy in for ice cream. It's from the bike's point of view... smile
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Michael Persch said (23 Nov 2008):
so simple but so powerful
