Trump and Putin’s Silly Adventure: The Day the Ice Cream Melted
        
Donald was wearing his favorite red tie.
He had a big smile on his face.
Vladimir was next to him.
Vladimir had a playful twinkle in his eye.
They were in a sunny park with bright green grass.

A friendly ice cream vendor rolled up.
His cart was painted bright yellow and blue.
Donald chose a towering scoop of cherry-vanilla ice cream.
Vladimir picked a massive chocolate fudge cone.
They both giggled with anticipation.

The sun was very warm today.
Drip, drip, drip went Donald's cherry ice cream.
A tiny pink drop landed right on his shiny shoe.
Vladimir's chocolate started to ooze down his cone.
It made a brown stripe on his hand.

Donald tried to lick his ice cream faster.
His tongue moved like a busy hummingbird.
Vladimir tilted his cone, trying to save it.
The sweet, melting liquid dripped everywhere.
They both looked a little worried now.

"Sprinkles!" shouted Donald, grabbing a shaker.
He wanted to decorate his melting treat.