Listen to “Ice Cream Moon” on Spreaker.
One warm summer evening, Emily sat on her porch with her little brother Daniel. The sky was clear, the stars twinkled, and the moon glowed brighter than usual. Emily squinted.
“Daniel,” she whispered, “does the moon look… different to you?”
Daniel tilted his head. “It looks rounder. And… is it just me, or does it look like vanilla ice cream?”
They both stared. The longer they looked, the clearer it became—the moon had turned into a giant scoop of ice cream. Not just plain vanilla either. Swirls of chocolate fudge and sprinkles shimmered across its surface, sparkling like tiny candies in the night sky.
Emily gasped. “It is ice cream!”
As if to prove it, a gooey drip of melted chocolate syrup slid off the moon and splashed into the sky. The sticky drop floated down, landing right in the middle of Maple Street.
SPLAT!
Daniel’s eyes grew wide. “Did the moon just… drip on our town?”
Emily laughed. “I think it did. Come on!”
They ran toward Maple Street, where other kids from the neighborhood had already gathered. The pavement was covered in sprinkles the size of marbles, and puddles of chocolate syrup glistened in the streetlights. Someone dipped a finger in and licked it.
“It’s real!” a boy shouted. “The moon is made of ice cream!”
Cheers rang out, and soon kids were running around, scooping syrup into cups, collecting sprinkles in their pockets, and licking the sweet moon drips right off the ground.
But then Emily noticed something troubling.
The ice cream moon was melting fast. Huge rivers of chocolate sauce streamed across the sky. Sprinkles rained down like colorful hail. Whipped cream clouds floated by, and the whole sky smelled like a giant sundae.
Daniel tugged on Emily’s arm. “If it keeps melting, the whole town is going to be buried in ice cream!”
She nodded. “We have to do something before everything floods.”
The kids huddled together to make a plan.
“We need a giant freezer!” one suggested.
“No, no, we need a huge spoon to eat it all!” another cried.
“That’ll just make us sick,” Emily said. She looked at the sky, thinking hard. “If the moon is melting, maybe we can keep it cool. Ice cream needs to stay cold, right?”
“But how do we keep the moon cold?” Daniel asked.
Everyone fell silent, until one girl raised her hand. “My dad has a snow cone machine at the carnival!”
Another kid shouted, “And my mom has a giant fan for her bakery!”
Emily’s eyes lit up. “Yes! If we work together, we can use all the cold things in town to cool the moon down.”
The children raced through the streets, gathering supplies.
They dragged out freezers from the ice cream shop, hauled coolers filled with ice from the baseball field, and borrowed every fan in town. Someone even brought out a snowblower from their garage.
They set everything up in the middle of Maple Street, pointing all the cold air and ice chunks toward the sky.
“Ready?” Emily shouted.
“Ready!” everyone echoed.
The fans roared. Ice cubes flew into the air like glittering comets. The snowblower blasted white puffs that swirled into the night sky. The kids cheered as the air grew chilly and frosty.
Slowly, the streams of chocolate slowed. The sprinkles stopped falling so quickly. The moon’s scoop shape became solid again, its swirls shining brightly.
“It’s working!” Daniel shouted. “We’re freezing the moon back into ice cream!”
But just as the kids celebrated, a giant blob of strawberry syrup plummeted from the sky.
SPLASH!
Everyone ducked, but the sticky pink mess covered the street. The kids slipped and slid, laughing as they tried to stay on their feet.
“This is fun chaos!” Emily giggled, wiping syrup out of her hair. “Keep going, we’re almost there!”
They aimed the fans higher, tossed more ice into the air, and worked together like a team of dessert superheroes. The moon began to glow a steady, frosty white once more. Its drips slowed to a gentle drizzle, like the last drops from an ice cream cone.
Finally, the night sky calmed. The giant scoop of ice cream moon sat proudly above them, perfectly frozen, sprinkles twinkling like stars.
The kids flopped down on the sticky, sprinkle-covered street, laughing and licking their fingers.
“We did it,” Daniel said proudly. “We saved the town from an ice cream flood.”
Emily smiled. “And we got the best snack ever.”
Just then, a gentle, creamy breeze blew across the town, carrying the sweet scent of chocolate and sugar. The moon gave one last happy drip—plop!—right into Emily’s empty cup.
She raised it high. “To teamwork!”
“To teamwork!” all the kids shouted, clinking their cups together before taking a big, delicious sip.
That night, as they went home sticky, giggly, and tired, they knew one thing for sure: whenever the moon looked extra bright and sweet, they’d be ready. Because sometimes, even the moon just wants to share dessert.
The End!
Follow-Up Questions:
- If you could choose any flavor for the Ice Cream Moon, what would it be and why?
- What other creative ways could the kids have used to stop the moon from melting?
- Would you want the Ice Cream Moon to stay forever, or only for one night? Why?
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