Who has powers?Oh, the power of the ice-cream man and his singing van filled to the ceiling with sugary treats for all the kids big and small—although nothing for dogs; nothing at all.
When the ice-cream man tootles down the street—which he does at least three times a day— the people run from their homes waving dollar bills at him, begging him to stop. “Stop! Please stop!” they cry. And he always does. The people buy even if they can’t afford to buy, and they eat even if they’re not hungry. That’s the power of the ice-cream man.
Usually people are afraid when Shane sits in the yard and barks. Mothers and fathers grab their children’s hands and dash past the house. But, not when the ice-cream man is parked outside the gate. Oh, no. Then, all they can think of is the icy treat that’s about to play on their tongues and slide down their throats. And suddenly no one is afraid of Shane. Go ahead let him bark, maybe even let him bite—just as long as we get our wrapped treat.
I wish I had the power of the ice-cream man. “What would you do with that power?” asks Joan. Naturally, I can’t explain. But, I’m surprised that she knows what I’m thinking.
Best wishes, Juno
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