Esme could not decide between one scoop or two, so she finally narrowed it down to six.
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Dear reader, it's been awfully hot here lately. In case you're wondering why I haven't been complaining about the heat this summer, that's because up until now my old nemesis was seemingly asleep on the job. Heat, that monocled villain stroking a finicky Persian cat, must have been distracted by a girl in gold spray paint or some sadistic arms dealer with an indeterminate Eastern European accent.
Because for the past couple of months he has neglected our old feud. He's forgotten his usual penchant for vaporizing me into smithereens with his top secret gamma ray gun.
And I've been happy to let him dig his pipeline to divert natural gas away from the modern world. I've been content to let him mastermind Fort Knox. Because while he's been busy stroking that insipid cat and pushing trapdoor buttons which cause his hapless minions to fall into shark tanks and get eaten before his very eyes, I've been having a nice summer. I've been out and about. I've been responsive to my children.
By the way, dear reader, none of this will make any sense if you weren't raised on a steady diet of James Bond movies.
I often wonder how was it my very strict parents didn't mind our exposure to the likes of Pussy Galore?
But I digress. All I've really had on my mind these days is ice cream. And bunnies. And how I just know their pretty manners go out the window the minute my back is turned!
The very least I can do is offer a small distraction from the elements, dear reader. So if you would like to be considered for a drawing to win a print of this dear, sweet-toothed rabbit, please take a moment to drop your name in the hat. And if your name happens to be followed by a few numbers, say 007 for example, all the better.
You and I need to strap on some skis and white pantsuits and make a very improbable escape down the Swiss-Italian Alps.
