"Mister are you a policeman? I need help cause there's a mean kid who knocked my ice cream off the cone an you needa arrest him!"
Flake looked down at the boy, giving him a smile. “Yes, indeed, I am” he confirmed, then leaned down to be on eye level with the child. “Oh, did he? Well, that is not nice at all! I’ll go talk to him immediately, and he should get you a new ice cream....”
















