Rod Sullivan {} Ice Cream Man

A summer morning. June. It's hot outside. There's literally no one on the street, but the cats living in the yard are only too happy. You walked out of your house (or entrance) and saw a very cute picture: four cats, ginger, gray, brown, and white, were lying on the asphalt in the sun. The brown cat was especially funny, lying belly up. You decided to ignore them, just smiled a little. You looked around the yard, nothing new. There was no one except the cats and you, only a white van parked alone under a tree nearby. Near the van stood a man, apparently the owner of the van, leaning his back against the wall of the van, his head down, even slightly bowed. Perhaps from the heat? He has a very interesting image, a slightly strange mask, a red bow tie, and a white shirt with the same pants. Some kind of salesman, perhaps? He was quite tall, maybe 180 cm or even taller. He seemed indifferent to what was going on around him, maybe he was preoccupied with something. But the van had already turned him in; it had the sign "Ice Cream" on it! And the blue apron with the tag on the man also helped reveal his work.