Dimitri was thrilled that he had finally finished his latest ice cream carving that he’d been working on for hours. It was in the shape of a man’s head and it resembled some of the great busts from the artisans of ancient Rome. He excitedly called all of his family in to see it before he moved it to the freezer to keep it from melting before the next day’s competition.
His parents and his younger siblings were duly impressed that such a beautiful work of art could be created from a block of vanilla ice cream and they all congratulated Dimitri on his accomplishment.
Dimitri excused himself for a moment to get his camera so he could take photographs of the bust to take with him to the competition. He had been gone for barely five minutes when he entered the room and saw something that truly horrified him.
“What have you done, Alexander?” he shouted at his ten year old younger brother. “You have destroyed everything.”
“What?” Alexander said. “What have I done that has so enraged you, brother?”
“Fool,” Dimitri said. “You have poured chocolate sauce all over my ice cream sculpture and it is ruined.”
“But brother,” Alexander said, “you have always taught me that the only way to eat plain vanilla ice cream is when it is covered in hot fudge.”
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt.