Disclaimer: Here is the memory of Ice Cream in my version. Jonas is the one telling the story.



All of a sudden, I was aware of the dry cone in my hand. I stared at it in awe. On top of the brown cone was a giant pearl. 'No it isn't,' a voice from inside told me. 'Ice Cream.' Instinctively my tongue came out to taste the ice cream. Slowly I let my wet tongue touch the cold lump. It was very sweet. "Mmmm!" It was so good. I kept licking the milky blob. I noticed that after I had taken a lot of delicious licks, my tongue had become closer to the hard brown cone. 'What happened to the ice cream? It's melted,' the voice inside said. I touched the tough cone and wondered if it was edible. Once again, my pink tongue crept slowly out of my mouth. I licked it. I pulled away realizing that no part of the cone came off with me. Why was this cone shape with the ice cream if not to be eaten? I was so confused. Then a thought came to me to bite the cone. I quickly put the cone to my mouth and bit the crispy shell. It all broke apart in my mouth but had a very sugary taste. Then I opened my eyes and the taste of the cone and ice cream disappeared.

Disclaimer: Thank you for reading this! I just wrote it for school when we read The Giver and I wanted to post it. I hope that you liked it! Please review!