Ice Cube Tackle

A fresh tray of ice cubes sat wide open beside the kitchen sink! Clear, frosty blocks rattling in the plastic slots—irresistible! I charged right over the tiled rim and tackled a stray cube that had escaped onto the metal tray. Cold! Sizzling cold! I wrapped both arms around its slippery corners and gave a roaring heave. Whoosh! It glided across the smooth steel like a hockey puck, leaving a sleek wet streak behind it, spinning right into the drain board. Oh yeah, that is what I call a grand entrance!