I helped Clarissa mix the milk and cream and eggs, and most important of all, the carrots.
"Can we eat it now?" I said.
"No, we have to put it in the freezer overnight. Get your paw out of the bowl -- it will be ready in the morning."
That night, I couldn't sleep. I lay awake worrying about the ice-cream...
What if the recipe had gone wrong...? What if we hadn't put enough carrots in...? Clarissa would be so disappointed. I decided it was my duty to check that the ice-cream was all right.
I crept downstairs.
I had just opened the freezer, when suddenly the kitchen light turned on.
"Bless my ears and whiskers, Bob Tail Rabbit!" said Clarissa. "I heard noises in the kitchen; I thought we'd got burglars!"
"And you were going to fight them off with that spoon?"
"Ah -- I just thought while I was down here that I should make sure that the ice-cream was all right."
"So did I! Let's try it!"
So we tried it.
And it was all right.
Every little bit!
