And though she truly appreciated its diverse colors, textures, and Fung Shui-ish-ness, she did not find it all that helpful in the food-finding department. And as she pondered what to do next, she stood with her back to this. Yes, I know.
But when the heady scent of processed sugar and artificial coloring is in the air, Miss Ive has an internal compass. And only minutes later, she found this lovely bouquet, which, alas, she could not open due to the entire tub of body butter still coating her entire person, particularly her outer extremities. Remember? Okay, point: butterflies. Drat.
Which made her slightly desperate.
And then even more desperate.
Side note: Miss Ive thinks this gentleman deserves a raise. He would not, under any circumstances, give up the Dippin' Dots. Highly commendable. Wish you could have seen the look on Miss Ive's face. But after she knocked him out cold and dragged him to the aquarium to nap with the fish, she did have her fill of delicious ice cream, fashioned into tiny dots. She's not sure what she thinks of these, by the way.
But she is thankful for them and sincerely hope that the young man attending the cart has since recovered nicely. Miss Ive is sorry. And, if it makes him feel any better, she did cover him up and leave a wall of WET FLOOR signs blockading him from aquarium traffic. She is a thoughtful girl.
Stay tuned for more Jane Jones Chronicles on Monday of next week. Bring hot beverage and a synopsis, detailing why Miss Ive is at the zoo in the first place.
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