A Frosty Chute

I bounded straight into the breezy ice alcove around noon to escape the heat! Sitting right against the humming machine was an empty, thick cardboard motel drink carton. Without a second thought, I pushed it over with my plush paws, wedging the creased spout right beneath the metal ice dispenser chute. When a stray pebble of frosty crushed ice tumbled free with a soft rattle, it zipped straight down the cardboard flap like a tiny bobsled! I hopped onto the slick carton rim, patting the cool waxed surface with my feet to steer the cold drift right into a neat little shadow under the machine's lip. Heehee, noon bobsledding in the chilly mist is pure genius!