Hick Does the Almost Unforgivable

We have been enjoying an ice cream renaissance here at our hillbilly mansion. Country Mart had a sale a while back, and I bought some Blue Bunny ice cream. It's delicious! Even though it isn't on sale now, I still buy it. Of course Hick doesn't NEED it, due his delicate medical condition. But just try telling HIM that. 

Because we have different tastes, I buy two kinds. I alternate between Cherry Chunk and Mint Chip. Hick is adventurous, and has experienced Bunny Tracks, Strawberry Cheesecake, Cookie Dough, and something that's vanilla with cookie dough, chocolate chunks, little M&M thingies, and a caramel swirl. I don't know which kind he was on at the time, but he ran out.

"You can have some of my Mint Chip before I go to the store. Just leave me enough for an ice cream cone."

"Oh. Okay. I like that kind."

Hick never met and ice cream he didn't like. Only an ice cream he didn't like as much.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, and didn't pay attention as he dipped out his (MY) ice cream at the cutting block.

"There. You have enough for a cone."

"Okay. I'll have it after while."

Hick had long since gone to bed by the time I got out the ice cream tub to make my cone.

 

Does that look like enough ice cream for a cone??? Let me answer for you (as I used to tell my students who deliberately refused to incriminate themselves when caught red-handed while participating in shenaniganery). NOT-HEAVEN, NO! 

I even have the smallest cones available in Country Mart, some kind of Keebler product.

 

See? I posed the cone in the ice cream tub. No way is that ice cream going to provide me with the cone to which I am accustomed!

I put all the remaining ice cream into my cone:

 

Yeah. Val is not some spindly waif who feels stuffed after eating her ice cream cone filled level with the top. Even more heartbreaking is what I had to do to get ice cream showing above the top of the cone:

 

I could only have ice cream in the MIDDLE of my cone. Not in the bottom, or a scoop on the top. Yes, I took these pictures so I could use them to shame Hick. As you might imagine, that didn't happen!

"You said you were leaving me enough ice cream for my cone! Then I get it out of the freezer after you're in bed, and THIS IS ALL THAT WAS LEFT!"

"Huh. It looked like enough for a cone."

I'm pretty sure the bowl he had piled high looked like enough for three cones! It really does not benefit me to be nice to Hick... If I pulled a thorn out of his paw, he would STILL eat me, and hope he didn't step on any more thorns.