Once upon a time there was a sweet little boy named Bobby.

One fine
summer day the family decided to take an automobile trip through the
hill country of Iowa.

They loved the rolling hills with the corn
growing so bright and so pretty.

Well, Bobby had a real love for strawberry milk shakes.

He REALLY
loved them.

And every time the family went on a trip, Little Bobby
would ask for a strawberry milk shake.

So as they were traveling through these lovely cornfields, up and
down the hills, Little Bobby spotted a Dairy Queen and said, "Mommy,
Mommy, can we stop and get a strawberry milk shake?"

And his mother thought that was a fine idea so they pulled over, got
out of the car, went into the Dairy Queen and Little Bobby ordered his
beloved strawberry milk shake.

His father ordered a vanilla ice cream
cone and his mother ordered some curly fries.

But as they were walking out the door, and Bobby began to sip his
delicious strawberry milk shake, he noticed it wasn't as cold as
usual.

He became quite agitated!

He said to his mother, "Mommy, Mommy,
this milk shake is not as cold as it should be. It doesn't taste
right."

So the family went back into the Dairy Queen and told the clerk.

The clerk replied, "Yes, that's probably true, we have run out of
crushed ice."

Well, Bobby was quite insistent that the milk shake be colder.

So the
clerk said, "Well, all we have at this point are ice cubes. We could
add a few of those."

This perked Bobby right up, he handed the milk shake back to the
clerk, and the clerk filled it with five ice cubes.

Of course, it
immediately became colder.

However, with the thinness of the milk shake, because it lacked the
thickness of crushed ice, the ice rattled within the glass when Bobby
walked, going clink, clink, clink.

It was a rather odd noise for milk
shake but Bobby got in the car with his family and continued to sip
his wonderful milk shake.

It was strawberry, you know, and that was
his very favorite.

Well, off they went, up and down the golden hills of Iowa.

This
family should have been having a lot of fun, but Little Bobby was
bothered!

The ice rattling against the glass was beginning to get on
his nerves.

Finally, he could stand it no longer.

At the top of a rather large
hill, Bobby shouted, "Stop the car!"

Well, the anxious father immediately stopped the car and asked him
what was wrong.

And Bobby, without even answering his father, got out
of the car, and violently threw his strawberry milk shake down the
hill, ice cubes and all.

Yes, Bobby's shake rattled and rolled.