Too Old For the Park I Am

To the park, I took the Younglings today. A bunch of yard apes, they are. Time to use some of that excess energy they need. At one point, down the street an ice cream truck came. Playing loudly a very obnoxious jingle it was. Of course, like a bunch of monkeys in the zoo at feeding time, towards the truck the Younglings ran. Fifteen credits worth of ice cream I ended up buying. "Give you twenty credits I will, if that annoying music you turn off," I told the ice cream man. "How about thirty?" "How about that music you turn off, and slice your truck up with my lightsaber I do not?" The music he turned off. No wonder, known for my skills in diplomacy I am. Of course, on the ground, Harvey eventually dropped his ice cream. "Harvey! Eat that do not! On the ground that has been!" "But I picked most of the bugs and rocks out of it! Come on, please? Master Ke..." "Care what Master Kenobi does, I do not!" Stop Kenobi from hanging out with the Younglings I must. Anyway, to cheer Harvey up, to play on the teeter-totter with him I agreed. Unfortunately, a little chubby, Harvey is. Down he went. Up I stayed. Up and down on my seat I jumped. Nothing. On my end, three Younglings joined me. Still nothing. About to cheat and use the Force I was. But suddenly, back the ice cream truck came. "Ooh! More ice cream!" Harvey yelled. About to jump off his seat, he was. "Wait, Harvey, no!" Too late it was. Up he jumped and down we dropped. Before I knew it, on the asphalt in a pile of Younglings I was. I think maybe let Windu take the Younglings to the park next time, I will.