My Life as an Ice Cream Cone

My life all started in Texas, at the Blue Bell Factory!  I didn't have much of a life. Strawberry really isn't my favorite flavor, but that’s how I was created, so I guess I just have to live with it!  After I was beat to death with like a hundred other strawberries, and churned until I felt like mush, they stuffed me in to a small container and shipped me off.  It wasn't long till my container was opened and this big metal thing started to scrape me out!  This experience was not as fun as I thought it would be, but, the weird part happened when they put me into Cone!  I had never met Cone before, but we became best friends right away.  We did not have much time to live, so we made the most of it.  As we were handed to a young girl, we both knew our lives would end soon.  We learned the girls name was Sally and she often went for ice cream, but never took more than one lick. After that excruciating lick was over, we were given to a little boy.  I soon started to melt, the hot sun beat down on my frosty skin, and I thought it was the end. Then, all the sudden we were taken into a big room that the boy called Mommy.  I thought it was a strange name, but I didn't really care, because I knew my life would end soon.  Cone and I soon found out that Mommy was also the name of a woman who squeezed the little boy!  I thought for sure she was going to kill him by squeezing him that hard, but, he was fine and seemed not to mind it that much.  Then, to my surprise I was put in the freezer and I heard the women say, “You can eat this after lunch.”  But, he did not come back, so cone and I got to watch them for days, as they opened and closed the freezer.  They seemed happy, and the longer I watched, the happier I wanted them to be.   So, when the boy did finally eat me, I was happy that I could make him happy!    The lesson I hope you learn from my life story is, no matter how you are created, you can always make the world just a little happier!

Leeann Eliason

8/6/2013