Triple Chocolate Ice Cream

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Jim collapsed on the sofa with a loud puff of supressed air escaping his lips in the

form of a sigh. He lifted his aching feet and set them heavily on the coffee table, joints

protesting in the slow movement. The feeling of weariness settled on Jim's chest as

the sofa cushions sucked him in like an exhausted explorer trapped in uicksand. '!h

boy,' he thought, the words interrupting his overloaded mind.

"ike all men are want to do, Jim found the remote hiding in the abyss of the couch

and switched on the television. # few mindless shows flickered before his eyes but he

found no relaxation in their content, so he depressingly turned off the T$. The remote

fell from his hands and hit the floor but Jim decided it was better to let it stay there

than break his back retrieving it.

#s his mind searched for some form of enjoyment to ease his restless pain, Jim's mind

turned to a male's second haven% the refrigerator. Hadn't "isa gone grocery shopping

sometime his week& ven though he couldn't recall if his wife had indeed gone

shopping or not, Jim got off the couch with a groan and shuffled into the kitchen.

The fridge stood humming in all its glory, the light on its front turned on for anymidnight wanderers that might seek solace there. Jim peered inside the fridge, eyes

glancing over cheese, tomatos, chocolate syrup, a tub of butter, celery, sausage, and

other such food products. (othing was sending the right signal to his stomach so he

turned to the free)er.

*itting atop the fro)en chicken pot pie was a bucket of triple chocolate ice cream. +t

was miraculously unopened, just waiting for him to dig in. *uch an item was unheard

of in his home of a wife and three daughters. #ny food that seemed remotely delicious

was instantly devoured before his poor male fingers could even grasp the scraps. Jim

licked his lips greedily. There was no way he was going to miss out on an opportunity

like this.



eeling a burst of devilish delight, he grabbed the ice cream, the chocolate syrup and a

large tablespoon and settled himself back on the couch with plans to eat the entire

bucket. or the sake of sound, he hefted the remote back up and turned on the

television. #n environmental show about #laska was on.

-efore they complete their journey down the glacier, the polar bears needs to stock

up on valuable nutrients...-

Jim's eyes gla)ed over for a few seconds. +nstantly recalling his stolen pri)e, he ripped

off the lid, smothered the top layer of ice cream in chocolate syrup, and sunk the

tablespoon into the triple chocolate ice cream. # heavy spoonful later and he sighedwith glorious relaxation. '!h yeah, this is just what + needed.' He mindlessly ate while

the polar bears ate fish, seals, and penguins. -/ou and +, 0r. 1olar ear, we're a lot

alike. ood makes us happy. /ou need it to survive the winter, + need it to survive

work. 2hat's not to love&,- he joked.

# polar bear soaked from nose to tail turned and faced Jim. -(uh uh. /ou got ice

cream, man. + have to eat stringy penguin all day. That's not cool.- #fter saying its bit,

the bear ignored Jim's shocked face.

Jim looked at the spoonful of triple chocolate ice cream, poised and ready to deliver

relief to his stomach. He looked back at the television. The polar bear was now

playing with its tiny clone. '0ust have been my imagination,' he concluded and then

continued digging his way through the fro)en dessert.

Half an hour later and Jim was pondering a now3empty tub of ice cream. He felt

satisfied, but kind of sick. Hauling his body off the comfortable couch, Jim's feet

directed him uickly to the bathroom. He opened the door and made to throw his head

at the pity of the toilet, but stopped at the image before him.



-Hey, Jim. How's it going&-

Jim stared at the polar bear sitting in a human pose on the toilet seat, holding an open

maga)ine in its white paws.

-4uess you want to trade that triple chocolate ice cream for a penguin right about

now, eh&-

Jim shook his head and massaged his temples while his eyes closed. This was just a

dream, just a freaky dream caused by stress and the ice cream.

-4ive me a minute. +'m almost done here,- the polar bear said, placing the maga)ine

on the bathroom sink. Jim watched with blatant fascination. -5h...do you mind&- the

bear asked with a hint of annoyance.

-!h...,- Jim mumbled. The weary man stepped out of the bathroom and closed the

door. # few minutes later he heard the toilet flush and the sink faucet run water over

the paws of uninvited guest.

-Thanks, buddy,- the polar bear grunted as it walked out the door on two feet. +t stood

much higher than Jim's six foot, one.

-5h, sure,- Jim replied, shaking his head for longer than necessary.



-Hey dude, do you mind sharing some of that triple chocolate ice cream with me&

Those darn penguins just never satisfy the buds, if you know what + mean.- The polar

bear chuckled and nudged Jim, sending him crashing into the wall.

-2hatever,- he agreed, rubbing his sore shoulder. Jim led the bear into his living

room. The television was still on, advertising a new toothpaste dispensing product.

The ice cream bucket was next to the remote, spoon still inside. Jim picked it up and

looked inside the empty container, sides dripping with the small remnant of chocolate

syrup. -!ops. + ate it all.-

-/ou what&6- the polar bear angrily exclaimed.

-+ must have eaten it all without reali)ing it,- Jim shakily muttered.

The bear's hair stood on end and it displayed its thick, saliva3coated teeth. -That's no

good to me.-

-+'m sorry,- Jim whispered, shrinking down into the sofa. "ike before, the cushions

hugged onto his body until he was flat on his back. The bear just kept getting closer

and closer.

-+ guess + am going to have to eat you now, Jim. Human may not be as good as triple

chocolate ice cream, but it is better than penguin.- The bear leapt at the trembling Jimwith fur flying and claws extended in hunger.

-(!!!!!!!!666- Jim yelled.



-Jim6- he heard a familiar voice yell back. His head tore in the direction of the

hallway. +t was his wife, "isa. -2hat are you doing yelling like that&-

-+ was...there was a...there was a polar bear6- he cried, snatching the spoon from the

empty ice cream tub and weilding it like a weapon before him. The bear had vanished.

rustrated, "isa turned to the television which had just returned to the environmental

program. -The polar bears have reached the bottom of the glacier at last...,- the

narrator said in a droning voice. -There's your polar bear,- she motioned with an armwrapped in a wrinkled house coat.

-ut it was here6 5sing our bathroom, too. #nd it wanted the triple chocolate ice

cream but + ate it all3-

-/ou ate it all&6 Jim, you know what ice cream does to you. 7emember the dancing pitchforks&- she demanded, folding her arms in a this3is3a3waste3of3my3sleeping3time

way.

-!h yeah,- Jim replied, casting his head down in an embarrassed manner.

-Take some sleeping pills and come to bed,- "isa said before disappearing into thehallway. -#nd no more ice cream this late at night, Jim6-

Jim took one last look at the family of polar bears rolling on the icy ground before

turning off the television, his mouth hanging open when the biggest polar bear winked



at him as the screen went black. He went to the kitchen and disposed of the empty ice

cream bucket.

The next morning when Jim was preparing to leave for work, he walked into the

living room. Just as he was about to take a sip of his coffee, he saw the emtpy ice

cream container on the sofa. #ll of the melted triple chocolate ice cream remnant and

chocolate syrup had been licked off the sides. Jim shook his head and finished his

coffee.

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