Once upon a time, Rebecca was very hot.

“I WANT A ICE CREAM,” she suggested. 

“Very well,” said her mother, taking the noose from her neck and smiling.

Now, everyone knows that the best place to get an ice cream is from a friendly stranger with a van, preferably in a park or perhaps on the side of the road. Rebecca knew just the place to go.

A few minutes later, Rebecca arrived at her local playground. Due to her practically crippled frame, she had sustained many injuries on her way to the park, but she didn’t mind. Rebecca really liked ice cream.

She spotted a man with a van and approached him on all fours.

“Hello, Rebecca,” said the stranger, grinning. “Would you like an ice cream?”

“YEAH,” she whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Follow me,” the man smiled.

A few metres away, her mother looked on, shaking her head. 

“Oh, that Rebecca,” she thought, merrily. “She does get into all sorts of scrapes!” She walked away.

As Rebecca approached the van, she noticed that there were other children sitting inside, their heads drooping to one side and their eyes wide and staring. They looked like they were having fun.

“Oh dear,” said the kind man. “I think I might have run out of ice cream, Rebecca. How about some of this sherbet instead?” He held up a bag containing some white powder.

Rebecca smiled benignly. “No, thank you,” she said, wrenching the steering wheel from the dashboard and beating him across the face with it. 

The man fell to the ground.

“Look, Rebecca, look,” said one of the other children. “We can go home now.”

Rebecca gave the child a funny look. “Whatever,” she told him, and went away to play with a bench.