The Ice Cream Cone

Written for two and a half year old

Gabriel Girvan Macdonald

Spring 1998.

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Cathedral Grove, Vancouver Island: Where the big trees grow.

Gabriel at Cathedral Grove, Vancouver Island: Where the big trees live.

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The Ice Cream Cone

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At five o’clock in the afternoon Gabriel and Grama went into the camper to rest after a hard day of playing ball on the back lawn. They had also visited Jabberwock’s house under the dark, drooping cedar, played on the tractor and visited Cathedral Grove where the big trees live.

They took with them into the camper a treat which Grama made from ice cream taken from the shiny black fridge and a cone from the box in the cupboard above the stove in the kitchen.

It was warm in the camper and very bright for the sun was shining on this clear May afternoon in Ladysmith. A robin in the crab apple tree saw Gabriel and his Grama take their cone and open the door to the camper. Kuper the neighbour’s orange cat saw Gabriel and his Grama enter the camper and watched Gabriel close the  door.

Inside the camper the little boy and his Grama sat down on the bench under the table and started to share the ice cream cone, two delicious golf ball blobs of ice cream, one pink blob on top of a white blob on top of a small crispy cone with a flat bottom.

Gabriel had the first bite. Well not exactly a bite because the warmth inside the camper had started to to thaw the yummy pink blob on the top which by now was running on to the white blob under it. Gabriel had the first pink slurrrrrrpppp.

“Yum!” he thought.

Just then the ice cream cone began to grow!

“Grama, you have a bite.”

Grama took a big bite. The ice cream cone grew some more. A few more Jubbie* slurps and Grama bites and the ice cream cone kept getting bigger. By now the ice cream was the size of two tennis balls, one on top of the other and the cone was like a big mug!

When the ice cream got to the size of two soccer balls and the cone was as big as a flower pot, Gabriel and Grama began to worry that they would not be able to finish the treat.

“Let’s get someone to help us eat the cone,” Grama suggested.

Kuper, the neighbour’s orange cat saw Gabriel open the camper door and leave the camper. The robin in the crab apple tree saw Gabriel go to the front door of the house then, ding dong, ding dong. ding dong.

Gabriel’s Mom opened the door.

Gabriel in the camper, Ladysmith, 1998, Click on image to magnify

“Mama,” Gabriel said, ” we need some help to finish our ice cream cone, it’s too big for us.”

Gabriel’s Mom liked ice cream so she agreed to go and help eat the ice cream.

After a few Jubbie slurps, Grama bites and Mama munches, the ice cream lumps had grown to the size of basketballs and the cone was as big as a very large pot for plants.

“We need some help to finish this ice cream cone,” said Gabriel’s Mom. Kuper the neighbour’s orange cat watched  Gabriel open the camper door. The robin in the crab apple tree saw Gabriel go to the front door of the house then, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Gabriel’s Dad opened the door.

“Dada,” asked Gabriel, can you help us eat our ice cream cone? It’s too big for us!”

Gabriel’s Dad liked ice cream so he agreed to go and help eat the cone.

After a few more Jubbie slurps,Grama bites, Mama munches, and Dada chomps the ice cream was as big as giant balloons and still growing!

“We need all the help we can get!” groaned Gabriel’s Dad.

Kuper the orange cat watched Gabriel open the camper door, go to the front door then, ding dong, ding dong. ding dong.

Gabriel’s Great Grama opened the front door and Guggy** was behind her.

“Great Grama and Guggy we need your help to finish our ice cream cone, it’s too big for us and it’s getting bigger all the time!”

Great Grama and Guggy liked ice cream so they agreed to help eat the cone.

A few Jubbie slurps, Grama bites, Mama munches, Dada chomps, Great Grama nibbles and Guggy gulps and the ice cream had almost filled the whole camper! They all yelled: “Let’s get out of the camper before it explodes with ice cream!!!”

The robin in the crab apple tree flew away but Kuper the nice orange cat from the neighbour’s house watched the camper door open and saw six people run from the camper just before two giant blobs of ice cream, one pink and one white popped out the top of the camper, oozed out onto the lawn, down around the house and into the fish ponds!

Soon Kuper and all the neighbourhood cats, dogs, mice deer, birds, rabbits and fish were eating the ice cream cone. There were so many animals eating so fast that after two and a half days the ice cream cone was only as big as two little golf balls and the cone was the size of the crispy little yellow cone with the flat bottom that Grama took from the cupboard above the stove in the kitchen in her house in Ladysmith.

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Post Scriptum: Notes to the uninitiated.

*(Jubbie is “Gabriel” in another as yet unexplored language).

**(Guggy is “Garry” in the same language).

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Gabriel on Guggy’s Puddle in the backyard, Ladysmith, May 1998, Click on image to magnify, Click again on the face for close-up of the cute little boy.

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The Great Shrinking Douglas Fir in Cathedral Grove: May 2017

  • Post Scriptum: May 2017: How strange! The Big Tree seems to be shrinking since despite nearly 20 more years of growth from 1998, the tree seems less powerful than it seemed in the photo at the top of the page! The Cathedral Grove Douglas Fir giant is approximately 800 years old and the Big Unit is now 21 years old. If we project the current rate of growth, the human will surpass the size of the tree in about 200 years. Go for it Gabriel! You can do it man! We have confidence in you!

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