On one of those "whipped cream days"mummy and daddy went out. Before that she had put something from a cupboard from which came an icy draught, on the sideboard.

When they were gone, this could be looked at in perfect peace. It was cold and hard. After some time, while the two were still out, I jumped back up there. Now it was softer. It was something edible.

It was surrounded by something transparent. Tom had thought about looking into this even before me. He tried to work over the transparent stuff in order to get to the reddish stuff beyond. He succeeded only in part. Where it didn't work, it just had to be eaten. Now there was nothing to stop us. Mmmmm, it tastet wonderful. It was dark then the two got back. We were snuggling innocently on the sofa. Mummy went into the kitchen and probably wanted to prepare for them what we had worked over. She called him and pointed at the package. You couldn't miss hearing daddy and we pressed harder into the sofa. She calmed him down for she realised it had been her mistake. This never happend again. Sure, she did get things from the "freezing" cupboard but they were always kept somewhere safe until ready for use.