Righton, let me tell you a story. A story. Yes, let me tell you a story. Pay attention. You don’t really have to pay attention, but you can if you want. You can skip to the end if that is easier. Or will it be easier? Right, the story. What was the story? There was once a small drop of water in a very large sky, all it wanted was an ice cream cone. For ever and ever it had yearned for an ice cream cone. You know the flavour, I can see it rumbling around in your mind’s eye. Delicious!! Stupendous! Yes, since it was first formed in the swirling cloud with all its brothers and sisters, the water drop had set itself a mission of eating an ice cream cone. But, but, but the water drop knew that most times the ice cream cones were out were not on the days that he could make the trip from sky to ground …

What to do? What to do?

The water drop swirled around a list of options and decided to head for Scotland! Reader, let me tell you about Scotland, a land of rugged beauty - Highlands and Lochs, Inlets & Islands … the land is truly breathtaking! The water drop knew that Scotland regularly provides summer and winter all in one day, which could result in an ice cream cone in the rain. Potential!

The game! The hunt! The treasure! I had completely forgotten, my apologies Reader. Right, here is what you need to do. The water drop patiently waited for the perfect day, reading in the sky about photosynthesis and soils, knowing that the brothers and sisters were a vital part in the cycling of the world. Occasionally taking a break and using a pair of aquoculors to see if there were any ice cream cones out in the open.

Aha :) the water drop smiled. There! Can you see it? An incredible, vast quantity of ice cream was being served. Ooooh yesss!! Reader, treasure hunter, again, I keep on ignoring you … I want you to clap your hands together because the water drop has finally seen a possible destination. Ignore the ending for the story and write this down in the form: feeling focused. So, finally, the water drop began its preparations; pulling on the jumping socks, uncovering the flight compass, shoving his favourite books into a backpack and giving the cloud a kiss goodbye. ONWARDS TO ICE CREAM the water drop yelled as it flung itself from its perch.

Weeeeoooooooo! Weeeeoooooooo! Weeeeeeooooooooo!!!

Dodging birds and dust. Weaving through other brothers and sisters. 3000 meters! Hurtling towards the earth, the water drop was aiming to land directly in the centre of the ice cream. 2000 meters. Oh no, an umbrella. The water drop can see one of the figures below twitching with an umbrella. A nightmare. It is still not up yet. 1000 meters. The details of the ice cream are coming into clearer and clearer detail. The water drop can taste success, the intermingling sugar of sweetness and luxury! 500 meters. Oh no! A gasp of wind. The water drop is pushed off course. 300 meters. Quickly, adjusting its course, the water drop pulls out its last trick …

The flat dance. The water drop goes into the flat dance, pushing all of its substance as wide as possible in a circular fashion to urge better flotation. Success. 100 meters. The cone is still uncovered by the umbrella and the wind has died down. The water drop is back on course and piloting directly for its dream!

ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM

The water drop repeated the iteration in the last few seconds and then … wham! Splat! The water drop landed in the dead centre of the ice cream cone. It is too good to be true. Reader, it is too good to be true. The emotion is not here. It is hidden in the water drop story of ice cream pursuit - somewhere in the middle. Happy reading :) The water drop had succeeded and had the tastiest day!