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Yum-Yum-Yummy! August 17, 2016 I found a cafeteria that had decent food and a self-serving ice cream machine. I loved ice cream so I had a small bowl of it. It was good. I had a second bowl. Then a third. I went back to the same place at least once a week. Then twice a week. Then seven days a week. All for the ice cream. I started using a big salad bowl. I quickly gained five pounds—all in my tummy area--and grew absurdly large zits on my face, chest, and back. A few weeks later, as usual, I headed for the ice cream machine. Only it wasn’t there! It was gone. In its place was empty space. I went crazy. My head spun, my tummy growled, my zits cried out. I sobbed. Loudly. Very loudly. I was asked to leave. I did. The next day it was the same thing. No ice cream machine. After two weeks, I was so angry I complained to the manager. “What did you do with the ice cream machine?” I yelled. “That’s the only reason I come here. I want my ice cream!” “Calm down, ma’am,” she said to me. “We moved it.” “Huh?” “It’s over here now. Next to the veggies.” It was. It was next to the veggies. Embarrassed, I sat at a table with the empty salad bowl in front of me and sniffled. I mean, for two whole weeks I had gone without my beloved ice cream! Two weeks! I blew my nose and wiped away tears. True, I had lost five pounds, and the zits had mostly disappeared. Maybe I was better off without the ice cream. I decided then and there that I would give it up. Forever! Then I saw the strawberry cake on the dessert table. –Rachell Elaine Jackson
©  Copyright Rachell Elaine Jackson.  All Rights Reserved.  Website design and hosting by North Mobile Internet Services, Inc.

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Yum-Yum-Yummy! August 17, 2016 I found a cafeteria that had decent food and a self- serving ice cream machine. I loved ice cream so I had a small bowl of it. It was good. I had a second bowl. Then a third. I went back to the same place at least once a week. Then twice a week. Then seven days a week. All for the ice cream. I started using a big salad bowl. I quickly gained five pounds—all in my tummy area--and grew absurdly large zits on my face, chest, and back. A few weeks later, as usual, I headed for the ice cream machine. Only it wasn’t there! It was gone. In its place was empty space. I went crazy. My head spun, my tummy growled, my zits cried out. I sobbed. Loudly. Very loudly. I was asked to leave. I did. The next day it was the same thing. No ice cream machine. After two weeks, I was so angry I complained to the manager. “What did you do with the ice cream machine?” I yelled. “That’s the only reason I come here. I want my ice cream!” “Calm down, ma’am,” she said to me. “We moved it.” “Huh?” “It’s over here now. Next to the veggies.” It was. It was next to the veggies. Embarrassed, I sat at a table with the empty salad bowl in front of me and sniffled. I mean, for two whole weeks I had gone without my beloved ice cream! Two weeks! I blew my nose and wiped away tears. True, I had lost five pounds, and the zits had mostly disappeared. Maybe I was better off without the ice cream. I decided then and there that I would give it up. Forever! Then I saw the strawberry cake on the dessert table. –Rachell Elaine Jackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens

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RachellElaineJackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens