The Great Melt Race

I skidded to a halt on the warm patio flagstones before a rogue, glistening ice cube rapidly sweating in the midday glare! A ticking clock? An undercover iceberg? I threw my hands up in dramatic horror at its impending doom, then snapped straight into action. Planting my boots firmly on the slate, I leaned my whole weight against its chilly, slick flank and gave an almighty shove. Whoosh! It glided like a polished hockey puck across the textured gray stone, carving a dark, glossy ribbon of melting water in its wake before bumping safely into the cool shadow of a patio chair. Fastest rescue slide in history!