The Great Iceberg Accident

On a warm afternoon, Flauschi wanted to order two small ice creams. Puschel, however, had decided that eight scoops could hardly be bigger than two—as long as they were stacked neatly.

Puschel“See? This is not an ice-cream cone. It is a masterpiece with a waffle base!”

At that very moment, the colourful iceberg leaned dangerously to one side. Puschel tried to catch it, lost his balance and got strawberry, vanilla and berry ice cream all over his nose, belly and tail.

Flauschi“A true masterpiece. It even spreads itself!”

Flauschi laughed so hard that she had to hold her small cone with both paws. Puschel was unharmed, sat down in the middle of the mess and happily licked a scoop from his nose.

Puschel“I am calling it wearable ice cream now.”