
“Yum yum” I said. Miss King told us we were going to make some ice cream comet. She even said that we were gonna put ice cream on our hand. “Disgusting” I whispered to myself.
As Miss King scooped a little bit of chocolate ice cream on my hand it dripped through my fingers. It was icy cold.
I went to Lesieli and she gave me some crushed biscuits, and some sprinkles. There were hundreds and thousands of colourful sprinkles. Next I said to Whaea Janeille “Can you give me a cone please?”
The ice cream felt yuck in my hand and so slimy. I rolled it into a ball, sprinkles were stuck on my fingers, I felt like licking them. “Mmm” they tasted minty.
Delicious! I tasted the ice cream comet and it was yummy. There were different textures on my tongue. The tail for the comet was the cone and the comet rock was the chocolate ice cream.
Such and tasty, yet icy treat.