[Arledrian]

Once upon a time, there lived an ice cube. Out of the freezer he came, and into the harsh world of fizzy beverages he meandered. However, this ice cube, who for all intensive purposes we shall name 'Bob,' was, unlike his glassmates, unable to swim. Time after time the other well-floating ice cubes would laugh and poke fun at Bob whenever he was dropped into an ice-cold drink, as he fumbled and scrambled for dear life, as a watery, sugary, and carbon-dioxidized death seemed imminent. But Bob, being the stoic and hardened little block of h2o he was, would always cheat fate and somehow manage to scramble out of his predicaments, much to the disbelief of all the other ice cubes.

One day, after being plunged into a particularly deep glass, it looked as if all hope was lost as Bob struggled vainly against the tsunamis of soda, when suddenly, and in slow motion, a straw appeared from the heavens and rooted itself into the glass. "I'm saved!" whooped Bob, as he latched onto the straw with both hands and hung on tightly. But sadly, and being slippery as ice so inherently is, Bob lost his grip and plunged into the murky depths once again. Lacking the strength needed to flap about and stay afloat in the water, he perished beneath the waves. A guilty-looking group of once-taunting ice cubes observed the now calm waters. "Poor sod... " they murmered between them. "Grasping at straws, he was... "

It's tragic, but true.

[ 04-27-2003, 04:06 AM: Message edited by: Arledrian ]