“🎶Happy birthday to you!!🎵”.…You could hear them singing outside, I wasn’t there yet, Someone forgot all about me.…I was melting away on top of the kitchen island.…my name is Rocky.…Rocky Road Ice Cream..and this is my last story.…
I wasn't always a bowl of rocky road ice cream. I started my life as a bucket of milk under a cow, born from her pink udders. I was warm then—hard to believe since I'm frozen now—& unpasteurized. I had lots of brothers and sisters, all destined to be various fine dairy products.
“Ooh!” I yelled. “I know the answer to this riddle! It’s a turkey sandwich!” The riddle-maker fixed his gaze on me. “What are you—stupid? It’s clearly ice cream.” He sighed. “Unbelievable. You’ve failed the challenge. Now I actually have to do something with you. Thanks.”
Guards crept up from behind and pulled me into a dim room where the riddle-maker was waiting. "You were right, of course," he said with a sly grin. "But I couldn't let them know our secret." "What's next?" I asked. "We unleash our Turkey Sundaes upon an unsuspecting world!"