A sunny winter's day, Yellow wanted to leave the house, but the door did not open. Yellow looked out the window. Icicles barred the door, they hung from the roof, and reached to the ground. Yellow was inside an icicle prison.
Yellow called out for the other Droplets: "Help me! I can't get out!"
|Grønne og Røde hørte Gules råb og kom løbende. De begyndte at hive og flå i istapperne. »Øv,« sagde Grønne til sidst, »vi hiver og flår, og det eneste, vi får ud af det, er at vælte Gules æblehus.«|
"Ouch!" Green said, "we're pulling and pulling, and the icicles won't budge. We're almost tumbling over Yellow's home."
»Nu kommer jeg,« råbte Blå der kom farende henne fra hønsehuset, »og jeg har fået en god idé. Jeg fandt en økse. Så kan vi hugge istapperne over.«
"I have found an axe," he said as he came running. "Let me chop away the icicles. That's better."
"I have an idea," Green said. "Let's save all the icicles for summer. Then we can make ice cream and cool off."
"Cool," Purple said. "Let me help."
They build an apple house for the icicles. The house had no windows, and the walls were very thick.
Green took a lot of the smallest pieces and went home. He did not tell what he was going to do.
A bit later Yellow was able to open her door.
Then Green arriwed. He had used all the littel bits and pieces to make ice cream.
All the Droplets sat in the sun outside Yellows house and ate the delicious ice cream.
"You know what, Green," Blue said with a satisfied smile. "This is good. You are going to make lots more this summer I hope."