B P I Chronicles 1

B: I told you not to let him go. Didn’t I tell you not to let him go? I definitely told you not to let him go.

P: What’re you groaning about this time?

B: The ice cream man! You heard me say I had to run into the house to grab my wallet. I said ‘don’t let him go after you get your popsicle.’

P: Oh, but I got a sundae. I thought your command was conditional.

B: You gave me the distinct impression that you wanted a frozen water treat, so I said popsicle. This was clearly all my fault.

P: Finally you see the light.

I: I’m still here, guys.

P: Ah! Oh, you scared me half to death, ice cream man!

I: My name is Frank.

B: What an odd name for an ice cream man.

I: Do you want a popsicle or not?

B: Really going for the jugular, Frank. No, I want a sundae.

I: I don’t do sundaes.

B: Then what’s that?

P: Oh right, he calls them mondaes.

B: Jesus, Frank. Give me a mondae then.

I: I hate mondaes.

P: You’ve still got it, Frank. Now get out of here before I call the cops.

B: Can I have my ice cream?

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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