The air smelled as sweet as sugar, as the ice cream man made the turn down to Maple Drive.
He began to slow down as he flipped a switch on his dashboard and the music began to play, filling the air with sweet noise, luring children to the place where the music was coming from...
All the children begged their parents for a couple dollars, and asked for the change that rested warmly at the bottom of their parent's pockets.
The children sprung from their homes, holding their newfound money high above their heads so that the ice cream man could see that they were able to purchase some frozen treats.
Just like the Pied Piper, the children were drawn to him, all in a almost hypnotic state.
The children were pushing, and shoving, each one desperately trying to be the first ones to stuff their faces with some sweets.
Harold, the ice cream man, grinned when he saw all the juveniles through the small window on his truck.
Every single one of them were chanting ou