I waited in line for a while; I realize I could have just shoved my way to the front of the line, but I fancied a rest for a difference. The only interesting thing that really happened in line was when I threw a dagger into a kid's throat for being too noisy. But then I got to the front of the line...
I ordered a blast (Blasts being ice cream with bits mixed in... delicious) with Nestle Crunch in it. I stood for a while as they made it, soaking in the beautiful day. The birdsong truly rose my spirits.
Soon enough my blast came and I paid for it. I put a spoonful in my mouth...
I shrieked at the top of my lungs. Looking down at the floor (for I had dropped my cup) I could see that they hadn't given my Nestle Crunch, but instead some poor substitute of darker chocolate and nuts instead of delicious crisp rice.
I entered into a deep rage that can only be described by the feeling that overcomes one whenever they receive a flavor in their mouth other than the one they expected. Still tasting the inferior chocolate on my tongue, the world spun; I heard shouts and blacked out.
I awoke three hours later in a ditch miles away. I had surprisingly fewer clothes on, scratches and cuts on my skin, and the smell of smoke on my body. I had a bullet hole in my leg so it was hard to walk, so I called the butterflies to me. Thousands of butterflies alighted on me and carried me home.
