 For Shan! Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
THERE. WAS. MAGICAL. ICE. CREAM.
!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGICAL ICE CREAM!!!
Dezi obviously didn't know if the frozen treat had any actual magic to it but that didn't matter because to him, it definitely did. Everything in this street seemed to ne magical and brilliant and SPARKLY so duh -- Dezi would eat his stinky left sock if a bite of this ice cream didn't make his hair turn yellow or something.
He wouldn't eat his right sock, though. Nothing was worth that.
Pushing and sliding and shoving his way across the busy room, he plastered his face RIIIIIIIGHT to the glass, looking at the flavours. Tomato Soup! Dragon Blood! Troll Bogey??? TOE JAM! He let out a happy, loud belly laugh at all the silly names. He couldn't wait to see what ALL these flavours did to him! "By Messi's left foot!" He didn't really understand the reference but Uncle P ALWAYS said that and he was the funniest, so Dezi had appropriated it. "HELP!" And literally turning around to the crowd eating their ice creams in (semi) peace, he waved his arms. "HOW do I choose?! |