Things I've Seen #2 - Ice Cream Bridge

On a hot summer day, nothing is more tempting than a big ice cream cone. But these were really big. Each one stood 2 feet tall and, though I pride myself on my ice cream eating ability, I questioned whether I could defeat one of these gigantic frozen treats. I perched on a fence post in the 90 degree heat and planned my approach. I contemplated chocolate or vanilla and, if vanilla, hand scooped or soft serve. With soft serve, there tends to be more ice cream in the cone but hand scooped takes longer to melt. That's when it dawned on me; this ice cream wasn't melting.
Was this magic ice cream? Maybe this was used to lure an unsuspecting animal, or worse, a child. I had heard fairy tales of witches who used these types of candies and sweets to trap children who they would eat. But those witches always seem to meet a horrible fate left to die in their sugary house. I looked around and did not see a house of gingerbread and gumdrops. The idea of magic ice cream was fading but my curiosity was growing. I had to know. I jumped off the fence post and flew directly toward the soft serve cone on the left. I hovered above the mound of frozen cream, opened my  mouths as wide as possible and bit down.
Plastic.
I think I chipped a tooth.

From Aynil the Traveler