The night was dark and foggy.

The night was dark and foggy.

So I slowed the car down. No visibility. Then on the roof of my car was a THUMP. I stepped on the gas and the car spun out. I woke up in the ditch. It was still dark and foggy

but now my car was missing and I was lying in a ditch. I fumbled in my pocket for my lighter and flicked it on, good old Zippo. I stumbled out of the ditch onto the foggy road.

I stared groggily through the mist as car lights whizzed by. I heard distant calliope music. Traumatized, I tried to flag down a motorist. A Good Humor Ice Cream truck rolled up.

I had to buy a fudgesicle to get a ride. I hadn't even closed the ice cream truck door before he cranked the calliope music to a deafening level and peeled out into the heavy fog

of war. "Should I be shot, take my post," said the rebel ice cream truck driver. Tears salted my fudgesicle. Corpses filled our freezer. A battlefield was no time/place for ice

cream treats or...was it? I wondered if we could offer Nutty Buddy Bars to the enemy as a peace offering & end this bloody war? We sent the ice cream truck driver to the front line

with several bars. The C.O. of the enemy army tried one with suspicion. He quickly became enraged and started stomping his feet, yelling something about it not being nutty enough.

He raised his hand, holding the gun. Fired a shot in the air. All the army fellows around him quickly became alarmed. They weren't exactly sure about what happened to him.

But he was. He had tapped into - a dead bird fell from the sky - an unlimited power. A power that would make him master of the universe. He had pure white eyeballs. He was immortal