When Night hid her face with a hundred sparklers the moon spoke to her roughly in reprimand. The clouds grew big and fat with hidden laughter and night threatened to visit a cowardly Day
It was a wondrous thing this war of worlds, somewhere far from us, in places unknown should we bother with this chaotic scene? only if like me you love pistachio ice cream!
The day before was sunny and burning warm when hark! I heard the welcoming chimes and from inside my pocket called George out to me you’ve got enough for one, two or yes even three!
There I stood squarely in the middle of the road Pietro showed me proudly the mouth-watering load without hesitation I began greedily to eat, and was my first choice as always pistachio ice cream!
Now I stand here confused in this maddening scene where the moon and the stars show a weird colour green holding my stomach and promising me never again shall I eat pistachio ice cream.
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