Ninjago stories

Strawberry Cow Ice

I know I know

"Emma."

"What now, Morro."

"I want strawberry cow ice."

Emma rolled his eyes. "No such thing as that, Morro."

"But I've seem the cows make it."

Emma blinked at him, tilting her head slowly like he had just spoken an alien language. "...The cows... make it?"

Morro nodded very seriously. "Yes. They make strawberry cow ice. I saw it. In a dream. And if I saw it in a dream, it must exist."

Emma pressed her hand to her forehead. "Oh boy. Okay, let's back up. You mean strawberry ice cream, right?"

"No." Morro folded his arms, huffing. "Strawberry. Cow. Ice. Straight from the source. Moo."

Emma burst out laughing. "You're telling me you want me to go outside, find a cow, and ask it nicely for... strawberry cow ice?"

"Yes." He didn't even flinch. "If you are my friend, Emma, you will."

Emma groaned, but there was a smile creeping across her face. "Morro, the only thing a cow's gonna give you is milk."

"Exactly!" Morro said, his eyes lighting up. "So, if I ask it for strawberry milk, and then put that milk in the freezer... BOOM. Strawberry cow ice."

Emma stared at him for a long beat, then snorted. "That's... not the worst logic I've ever heard."

"So you'll do it?"

"Nope." Emma turned on her heel, smirking. "But I'll take you to the store and buy strawberry ice cream. Close enough, Moo Boy."

Morro scowled. "...It's not the same. But fine."

Just then Mia walked in, holding a spoon. "Did I hear something about strawberry cow ice? Because if that's real, I want some too."

Emma groaned again. "Not you too!"

Morro pointed dramatically. "See?! Mia believes! It's real!"

Mia grinned. "Honestly, if cows started making strawberry ice, I'd totally quit my job and live on a farm."

Emma dropped her face into her hands. "I'm surrounded by children."