As the other occupants of the cave slumbered peacefully, a small creature poked its head out from behind a large rock.
Scrat checked left and right, to see that nobody could see him. Then, quickly and quietly, he tiptoed across the cave floor to the fire, still crackling merrily and casting an orange glow on the walls of the cave.
The sabre-toothed squirrel produced something from behind his back. It was a small ice cube, stuck to a long stick. Frozen inside the cube of ice was a large acorn.
Scrat turned the frozen acorn towards the fire. He was going to melt the ice so he could get the acorn and bury it. His walnut-sized brain had spent hours figuring out how that idea would work.
Slowly, the ice around the acorn started to melt. The end of the acorn was now exposed.
Scrat held the acorn closer to the fire. The ice melted some more. Now almost three quarters of the acorn were exposed. But Scrat wanted the whole acorn free of the ice, so he could bury it for the spring. He held the acorn even closer still.
Finally, the last bits of ice melted off the acorn. Scrat let out a cry of joy.
POP!
Suddenly, with a loud pop, the acorn became white and fluffy as it turned itself inside out.
Scrat stared at the popped acorn for a moment, his eyes filled with shock and surprise. Then he groaned, and slumped to the ground.
Little did he know that he had just invented 'popcorn'.
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