One day at the park, Luke, Resus, Cleo, Winston and I were enjoying ice creams from the ice cream lady at her stall. I had vanilla, Luke had chocolate, Cleo had strawberry, Resus had orange and Winston had raspberry ice cream. We always enjoyed getting an ice cream on a hot day, especially when the temperature’s bursting. “Those are some nice creams, Sybs,” said Luke. “Nice creams? I thought it was ice cream.” said Cleo. “I like to refer to them as nice creams, it’s much better than ice creams in my way of speaking.” “I’ve got some on my face!” said Winston. He always got ice cream on his face because he was a lot younger than most of us. “And I’ve got some on my tongue. They sting your teeth every time it touches them.” Some ice cream rolled onto my teeth. They started to feel cold already, so I swallowed them.
“I wish I could try some of your’s.” I pleaded, gazing longingly at Luke’s chocolate ice cream. “Mind if I have a lick?” “No.” said Luke, holding his ice cream high in the air. “Please…I want to have it!” I cried. “No, no, no, no, no!” said Luke. “Pleeeeasse, Luke!” I cried. “Let her have a lick of your ice cream. It’s nice to share after all.” “Only if…we challenge each other to an ice cream eating contest!” He held his ice cream high into the air. Too high. The ice cream fell off its cone and landed on Resus’ head! “Oh noooo,” groaned Resus. “Chocolate in my hair!”
It took a while to clean the ice cream off Resus using the water pump, and this got his clothes all wet, but eventually we let him dry off in the park while Luke, Cleo, Winston and I went to the ice cream parlour. It was a Sunday, so there was no one in, not even any shop owners. We snuck into the kitchen, where they kept lots of fridges filled with ice cream of different flavours. We took two giant blue stripe bowls, and put in scoop after scoop of chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream. We placed one bowl on the table for me, and one bowl for Luke. “Right, here’s the plan. No breaks from eating ice cream. Anyone who stops is out. That is, if you’re too full to understand it.” said Cleo. “Okay,” we both said. “Go Luke!” cried Winston. “You can do it!” “Go Sybil!” cried Cleo. “Woo!”
I started by scooping a spoonful of ice cream and cramming it into my mouth, gulping it down with one almighty swallow. “Yeah! One point!” cheered Cleo. Luke thought he could do better, so he partially transformed his mouth and nose into his werewolf snout and devoured the ice cream in big bites. Seeing if he could do better, I ate five spoonfuls of ice cream in one go. Luke ate five big mouthfuls of ice cream. Winston was confused watching all this occur. “Do you think Luke will win, Cleo?” he asked. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to wait and see.” At that time, Resus entered from his long time drying off in the sunshine in the park. “Hey, guys, what’s going on in-”
He was too late. There was only one globule of ice cream left in our bowls. Luke felt full, but I managed to eat the last globule up before Luke had time to reach his spoon. “Sybil wins!” “Hooray!” Resus and Winston cheered. “Bad luck, Luke,” said Winston. But Luke was groaning in pain. He had terrible tummy ache from eating too much ice cream, and he had eaten every last spoonful. We ran up to Luke and felt sorry for him. Cleo reached out to touch his tummy, but Luke yelled in pain. “He’s got tummy ache. Let’s take him home and let him have enough rest.”
Luke rested fine when we went home. I comforted him all the way and told him some reassuring things. I even told him a story or two to calm him down. Resus and Cleo did their best to reassure him too, lying beside him and stroking him without touching his tummy. Then, Luke’s dad came in carrying a tray full of chocolate biscuits and strawberry ice cream. “I’ve got something to make you feel better, Luke,” he said, “Biscuits and ice cream. What do you think of that then?” “Yuck, no!” cried Luke, and with that, he took out a puke bucket and vomited. BLLLEEEEAAAAAURGH!
“Never engage in an ice cream eating contest,” I sighed severely.
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