Mint Choc Chip, photo by Harold Davis.

For miles I struggled, slipping on the icey green fields of mint chocolate chip ice cream. When the temperature warmed, my snow shoes got clogged by the chocolate clots. When everything froze again, the sharp edges of the chasms and crevasses tore my hands. But at least I wasn’t hungry!

Then again, if it was lettuce and not ice cream I’d be better off as a bunny…