Floe's Favourite Ice Cream Flavour

It has been revealed. The big answer to the question I've been asking ever since I saw Floe on the Loved Before website for the first time: "What is Floe's favourite ice cream flavour?"

Now, the answer will be revealed before your eyes. The answer to the question is....

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Fudge with chocolate chips! Yummy! Floe loves fudge ice cream with chocolate chips - it tastes so wholesome and chocolatey that he falls face first into the ice cream, and when he emerges, his face is always covered in the stuff, which he licks off. Everyone in his hometown of Lyington loves ice cream too...y'know, because everyone in the Arctic loves cold food.

The Wild Blue Arctic - A Conversation Starter

The Wild Blue Arctic

In my dream, I drifted off to a wonderfully cold place that even warms the chilliest heart.

I ended up in a fantastically glittery Arctic wonderland. The ground consisted of nothing but an icy floor, and I saw all my friends sliding on it - Slomo, Lunar, Thomas, Bluey, Bingo, Mackenzie, Chloe, Honey, Lila, in fact, just about everyone I knew was there. “Come on! Join us!” called Lunar, who skated up to me, took my hand and we proceeded to have some fun sliding with the rest of the gang. WHOOSH! WHIZZ! WHEEEEEEE!! Sliding on the ice was great fun, especially when there’s…

Penguins! But wait - those were not ordinary penguins…they were penguins shaped and lined up like skittles! Everyone gathered around me, chanting my name. Determined, and I ran a few times, then landed on my tummy and slid towards the penguins. CLATTER-CLUNG! The penguins were knocked out flat as that. Everyone gathered round me and started cheering. “Hip hip hooray for skittle penguins!”

But it was then that the penguins unzipped themselves to reveal a most familiar sight. It was none other than the Skittle children from Toytown! “Thank you!” they said enthusiastically, “We simply love being knocked down!”

Suddenly, there was a loud CHOO CHOO! A train was heading towards us. We jumped out of the way just in time, but the Skittle children lined up so the train could knock them over. And when the train did knock them over - CLATTER CLUNG! The skittles fell through the ice.

The whole place began to rumble and shake, and the icy floor broke apart, leaving each of us stranded on our own little ice floes.

Lunar and I just sailed off into the Arctic sunset.

Your Birth Month - The Place In Nature You'd Play In

January - Jungle February - Meadow March - Desert April - Muddy Beach May - Arctic June - Pine Forest July - Rainforest August - Foggy Plain September - African Plain October - Sandy Beach November - Great American Plain December - Lapland

Mind Maps - Stingray

A Poem About The Arctic By Purple Ronnie

The Arctic is a magical place
Full of diamonds in the snow
It's where little polar bears play
And the sun emits a warm, gentle glow.

Arctic Hugs

Lady Penelope and I are on an adventure.

We’re trekking through the Arctic.

The weather is extremely cold.

At least we have Winter clothes on.

Everything is silent.

The sky is yellow and pink.

The snow underneath our feet is deep.

Suddenly, we see some polar bear cubs playing.

I run to join them.

Penelope takes one bear cub in her arms and cuddles her.

For hours on end, we play with the cubs.

At last, it’s time to leave.

“Won’t their mother find out?” I ask.

“This is the Arctic. Polar bears are always gentle there.” Penelope smiles.

At last, we come across a huge glacier.

Penelope and I climb it to get a better look.

We use pickaxes to help us climb.

I try hard to climb, but Penelope encourages me.

Soon, we make it to the very top.

We look out over the sea and at the darkening sky.

“It’s about time we set up camp,” I said.

We climb down the glacier.

We return to our log cabin.

We snuggle against a roaring fire.

We drink hot cocoa and have a nice supper of sausages and beans.

I snuggle near Penelope, glad to be home.

“It was an adventure. Let’s go on another one.”

“There’ll be time for that tomorrow, darling.”

“Still, home is what matters.”

“I think you’re right, darling.”

I am glad to be warm and cosy.

Soon, we both fall fast asleep.

Marina's Snowy Embrace

Marina lives in the freezing Arctic, raised by a family of polar bears. She doesn't mind the cold.