I scream You scream

“🎶Happy birthday to you!!🎵”.…You could hear them singing outside, I wasn’t there yet, Someone forgot all about me.…I was melting away on top of the kitchen island.…my name is Rocky.…Rocky Road Ice Cream..and this is my last story.…

I wasn't always a bowl of rocky road ice cream. I started my life as a bucket of milk under a cow, born from her pink udders. I was warm then—hard to believe since I'm frozen now—& unpasteurized. I had lots of brothers and sisters, all destined to be various fine dairy products.

My brother, Swiss. My other brother, Gouda. My sisters, heavy and sour cream. My youngest sister, baby bell. They make adults happy, but I make people scream.

Young or old, I’m likely your favorite. You can eat me in a cone or with a spoon. I come soft or you can make me hard. Im like my cousin Brie, who melts with the heat. You may not enjoy me with meat.

“Ooh!” I yelled. “I know the answer to this riddle! It’s a turkey sandwich!” The riddle-maker fixed his gaze on me. “What are you—stupid? It’s clearly ice cream.” He sighed. “Unbelievable. You’ve failed the challenge. Now I actually have to do something with you. Thanks.”

Guards crept up from behind and pulled me into a dim room where the riddle-maker was waiting. "You were right, of course," he said with a sly grin. "But I couldn't let them know our secret." "What's next?" I asked. "We unleash our Turkey Sundaes upon an unsuspecting world!"