Happy almost spring! Our weekend here in Ottawa was 20 cm of snow and a 3 day ice storm, which was pretty easygoing for winter storms, it was much worse farther south. Years ago, when I was in high school, we had a really bad ice storm that caused a LOT of damage, trees down everywhere, parts of the city were out of power for 2 weeks, in the cold. We got 2 weeks off school though.
Anyway, this page still made me want ice cream.

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Lionel also took cover from the explosion. He was rising up from behind a floating hunk of potato, laughing gleefully. There was a pleasing scent of garlic and rosemary wafting in the mist. 

The lion shook water from his mane, pompously, if that was a thing, and leered at them. “Bear Alpha! I haven’t had this much fun in years! It is a shame that you still need to die in recompense for the slight your foolish actions have wrought. Perhaps if you can draw out my entertainment, I will kill the rest of your family quickly.” Lionel sat, curling his tail around his feet. The ground rumbled and two great columns  burst from the water to flank him. They were a light tan colour and vaguely familiar. They unfurled quickly at the top, flowering open and spiralling down to a point. There was a faint cross hatched pattern across the shapes and Evil thought they looked like giant waffle cones…which made as much sense as any of the rest of this weird place. The cones rumbled and spouted gouts of pink and brown ice cream from the tops, geysering into the sky and running down the sides of the cones. The air grew colder and Evil stepped back as a swirl of pink floated towards him and froze inches from his foot. He wrinkled his nose at Prozac, “Eww, strawberry.”

Prozac pulled him back as the streams of ice advanced, forming jagged lines across the surface of the ground. “Where’s Crack? It’s time to go!” 

Evil’s ears popped up. “Oh! I need help, or a distraction!” He ran around erratically, head down and looking for a smear of green. A glimmer to his right drew his attention and he screwed his face up in concentration. The air wavered and suddenly Evil held a small colander in his right paw. He thrust it over his head in triumph, “I did it!