It was a hot summer day in Texas, and I was bored. Bryan (my best friend) and I had nothing to do except lie around, play video games and watch our armpits get sweaty. After getting butt kicked at Mariokart, though, I wanted some excitement.

“Can you think of anything else to do?” I whined.

“I could…KICK YOUR BUTT AGAIN!” Bryan bragged.

“Bro. Something else. We all know you have M4D skillz.”

“True dat. Hm…have you heard of that new snow cone place?”

“No, tell me about it,” I asked.

“I’ve heard great things about it. They have like a thousand flavor combinations, and the cones are HUGE!”

“Hmm…” It was really hot outside, but the eventual payoff of a snow cone… “I’m in,” I declared, and walked towards the bike rack.


One thing Bryan didn’t tell me was how far the place was. We had been biking for such a long time, and we were nowhere near!

“Dude, how far are we?” I asked.

Bryan checked the street signs and answered, “About 2 miles.”

“2 MILES?!?!?” I shouted. “This is NOT what I signed up for!”

“Dude, dude, calm down,” Bryan replied. “Just keep biking, and you’ll get your snow cone.”

“Fine,” I answered.


On and on we biked through bare roads, cracked sidewalks, and the never ending heat. Finally, after what seemed like hours, we arrived at the snow cone shack. I was too tired to decide what I wanted. “Surprise me,” I panted at the guy.

Soon, all my worries were forgotten in the icy cherryfulness of the snow cone.