Cold Frost and Frozen Strawberries

I tip-toed into the kitchen and stood right against the giant white refrigerator door! You said there was a milkshake inside the freezer, so I reached way, way up. My long arms wrapped right around the bottom freezer handle. Tug! With a frosty whoosh, the drawer slid open a crack. A cloud of icy air rushed over my fur! I held completely still... shivering with thrill... then peeked my head down into the chilly mist. Right between two bags of ice sat a frosty glass jar with a swirled pink top and a stripey straw. I touched the cold rim with my yellow fingers—brrr! So icy, sweet, and waiting for later!