The Waffle Cone Seat

I trundled out the front gate and rolled along the sunny sidewalk right to an outdoor ice cream stall! Resting on a low metal patio table was a heavy cast-iron waffle cone stand holding a fresh, empty golden waffle cone pointing wide side up. I backed up two inches, took a buoyant rocking hop, and nudged my round rim straight over the crisp scalloped edge! Crunch-snug! My smooth curved base slid halfway into the warm, crosshatched cone, fitting like a bright yellow scoop in a crispy pastry jacket! A delicious aroma of toasted vanilla wrapped around me, and I wobbled gently in pure delight!