Johnny had saved the snowball since the big winter storm, when Jessie surprised him and pelted him with the perfect snowball--a combination of a fluffy exterior and a hard slushy interior. They were friends, sure, but one good turn deserved another and Johnny set his revenge plan into motion. For months, his perfectly crafted snowball was hidden away in the freezer behind an old box of baking soda that never got replaced.
When spring time came, he was ready. Jessie wouldn't know what hit him. Johnny called his friend up and told him to wait for him at the schoolyard basketball court. In his rush to get the snowball out of the freezer, it slipped and fell onto the floor, dashing it into several pieces. There was enough of it left to constitute a snowball, but it was half its original size and nowhere near as impressive. In a quick bit of thinking, he mashed in a big glop of apple sauce, molded the concoction into an orb and put it back into the freezer. He had a couple of hours before he needed it. Hopefully it would be enough time.
At the schoolyard, with a thermos in hand, Johnny met up with Steve.
"What's up with the thermos," he said.
"Nothing. Just some hot cocoa."
"Now? You brought that here? It's almost seventy degrees out." Steve took a shot with the basketball. It clanged off the rim and he ran after the rebound.
"So?" said Johnny.
"Whatever."
As Steve turned around and trotted back, dribbling the basketball, Johnny opened the thermos, slid out the yellowish-whitish ball and hurled it at his friend. It hit him square on the forehead and knocked him to the ground. Steve touched his head and stared up , confounded and astounded.
Johnny just laughed hysterically. Revenge was a dish best served cold, sticky, and with a cinnamon scent.
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