A gust of wind,
Blew away the top layer of the ice cream.
A gust of wind,
Flew it to the mountains,
Seeking amnesty from it,
But the wind said-“Return the ice cream back to the little boy,
And say sorry to him..
The ice cream had melted by then,
So, wind had to buy the boy a new ice cream,
And in return the innocent gave him his lots of love.
Mr.Wind felt sad,
And cried.
He solemnly promised never to do it again.
Adios!
