A Chilly Discovery

I waddled toward a tall, hummed box standing open in the kitchen. When I peered inside the cool draft, my snout caught a sweet, creamy scent. Right on a low tray rested an empty wooden ice cream stick, sticky with a pale pink drop. I leaned close and gave it a soft sniff, my wings quivering with a gentle flutter. A tiny, muffled trill escaped my chest as I touched the smooth wooden tip with my claw.