Thursday, 28 August 2014

Better Than Ice Cream



That week, after the girls teased me in school, I wrote in my diary every day. Then I cried into my pink hankie. On Saturday Mommy, Daddy, Peter and I went to get ice cream to cheer me up. “Pinkalicious, what would you like?” asked Mr. Swizzle. “Magenta Mint Mango, or perhaps you would enjoy Pink Passion Fruit Paradise? Today’s special flavor is Pleasing Pomegranate Punch.”
“No thanks. I’ll just have . . . um . . . vanilla.” I sighed, looking around to see who might see me from my school.
“How about you, Peter? Would you like your usual, Plum Pink Perfection?”
“Yes! Yes, thank you!” said Peter.
“You’re such a baby, Peter. Pink ice cream is for sissies!” I said.
“Pinkalicious, aren’t you going to eat your ice cream?” asked Mommy.
“Well, I’m actually not that hungry.” The ice cream tasted bland to me. I couldn’t possibly eat it. – from the picture book Purplicious by Victoria and Elizabeth Kann

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