Dear Ice cream man (or woman),
I would love it if you would slow down in my neighborhood. Today, once again, I heard you coming down my street. You see, I was really excited because I had just finished my delicious turkey sandwich. I heard your song, and at that moment I knew that a chocolate something was just what I needed to top off my meal. I immediately got up and ran to our cute little change box on the hutch and grabbed plenty of quarters. I darted outside... only to find that you were gone. The music had stopped. You were nowhere in sight.
But that didn't stop me.
I grabbed my scooter, put my quarters in my pocket and began my search. I thought that you must be stopped somewhere close by, giving some cute little kids their own serving of delicious ice cream. But no. I went around the entire block looking for you. I burned off an entire ice cream in calories, sir. I am wondering why - during this tough economic crisis - you chose to blaze through my neighborhood. I guess I will never know.
Until next time.
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