HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL, HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD AN… ICE CREAM – project “52”
Perched on the dry stonewall, dangling her chubby legs, Amadea was eating slowly her ice cream on a stick.
Drips of melted icy delight were turning into a pond on the mossy paves.
She was looking down at the busy traffic of the bull ants greedy to drench in this sweetness.
"That's enough mess for one day, young lady!" ordered from the kitchen window her mother and continued rhetorically - "What do you think you are doing there!"
I am Humpty Dumpty", quick for her age answered Amadea and wiped her hands from the dripping ice cream on the back of her dress...
Till next ice cream,
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