Hey there Self, I says to me. (We talk together a lot.) Ever heard of snow icecream? Hmmm, seems to me I have, said Self. (Self is my inner me.) Don't be asking why I converse with myself---accept it, I do! Refresh me...vanilla, salt, sugar and fresh snow. When I was little, my mom would make this treat for me and it was very tasty. Something like an icee flavored parfait. Well anyway, a kid down the road a spell, was selling snow icecream---first time in years that I've noted this being done. He was setup down by a fence gate and had his wares nice and neatly displayed with three flavors. Looked pretty tempting if I do say so, myself. He had a nice group of customers and he was selling his treats at .10c a cup. To keep himself warm he had a small campfire banked by a rather large pile of debris. The snow was far enough away that the white stuff wouldn't melt. As always there's one jerk in the customerhood of clients. The boy only had vanilla, lemon and cherry flavoring but the bad guy wanted a lot of chocolate in his cherry treat. The kid felt bad as it was but el jerko made the little guy cry. I went to Eddy and asked, "what's up?" Eddy told me and then smart mouth went off on me--that's a big no-no! So, I told Eddy to dig for the deepest snow that he could find and magically there would be chocolate in the mouths cup. He did, it was and rubber lips went away molified. Little Eddy turned to me and said," that wasn't chocolate mixed in the snow." I am well aware little friend! I had gotten a closer look at where the campfire was burning beside the pile of debris and noticed a slight coppery smell, then I knew what was there. Eddys' dad had cleaned the small pasture and left a nice, neat pile of cow droppings by the gate. Surely, this little story doesn't need a further introduction into fertilizer 101? 

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