His ice cream matched so perfectly with the smooth chocolate floor. He liked to admire his cone before taking the first, overly sweet taste. With every bite from that point onwards, his palate would be too numb to register the frozen treat’s wonderful flavor. In a daze, he imagined life on an ice cream cone. Oh, to prance and wallow in the cream of sugary bliss. Yet, there was always the slight chance of being devoured. This sudden dark thought brought him back to his melting cone. As he chomped happily down, the sky turned dark, and he was eaten.