This is a shocking true story about my sacred journey for ICE CREAM!!!
I had just finished dinner and was busy washing my hands, the luke-warm water running over my soapy appendages, when I noticed something missing from the situation. I looked around the dimly lit room, snuffed candles sending wisps of smoke into the chilly air. What could it be? Tilting my head up I sniffed the air. Chicken, soap, and….. sugar! Dessert, I was missing dessert! I quickly set to action, grasping the cold black freezer handle, searching for that sacred snack. Hmmmm frozen beef, ice, fish sticks, ah! The ice cream! Urgently I opened it, anxiously awaiting the sweet treasure within- and it was empty! I should have known from how light the frosty carton was but I didn’t, and I was crushed. Oh how I longed to taste the chilled, soft, creamy ice on the tip of my tongue! Why oh why did it have to be empty??? I fell to the hard floor in utter anguish. But, as the first flower of spring penetrates the icy blanket of snow smothering it, an idea rose to the surface of my mind.
A brilliant idea, inspired, enlightened! I would ask to be taken to the grocery store, the Promised Land! In a single swift movement I sprung to my feet like a panther. I was ready! I dashed to the basement door, fumbling slightly on the shiny brass doorknob, threw it open, and dashed down the rickety stairs to the basement, tripping only once. I sped through the cluttered basement, whipped into a frenzy with the craving for that sweet, sweet frozen milk. Eventually I came upon my dad.
He was covered in dust from head to toe, an obvious sign he’dbeen doing some home improvement. At first I didn’t recognize him, but then I noticed the telltale scar across his face, and knew he was my father. He was slightly taller than me, but I was definitely catching up to him. Soon I’d be as tall as him.
“Son what is it, whats the problem?” He was obviously surprised by my state of panic.
“Dad-“ I panted, out of breath. “Ice cream. Must… have… ice cream!”
“Jacob, calm down, take a deep breath.” I anxiously sucked in a breath of the dry dusty air. “Now what is it?”
“Dad, you’ve got to take me to the store! The ice cream, its its its…”
“Spit it out!”
“It’s all gone!!!” I collapsed to the floor.
When I awoke I found myself in my bedroom, lying on my soft, warm bed. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered what had happened. The ice cream! I had to get the ice cream! I leapt out of bed and dashed for the door. Stepping on a few books, I whipped open the door with explosive force, dashed out of the room, and crashed straight into mom, nearly knocking her over.
“Jacob what’s all this crazy stuff about ice cream? We’ve got some in the garage.” With a smile she pulled out a whole pint of “chunky monkey” from behind her back.
All I could do was gauk, and grab the cold treat waiting for me. I hungrily tore off the lid, the cold of the carton burning into my hands, and drove my face into it. Boy was it good.
By Jacob Reed