She ran her tonue over the sickly-sweet inside of her chunk-filled mouth and smacked her dry lips. The wind quickly made her syrup encrusted on her mouth start to harden. Darla wished she could just drink something. Her eye caught a glimmer out the corne rof her eye and she saw a big hose protuding from the milk truck with white, gleaming droplets dripping from and valve. Darla immeditely licked her lips. This hose was meant for hooking up into one of her daddy's milk tanks so the delivery man could fill up his truck and pay him.

Darla stepped over to the big yellow hose and temptation gnawed at her. A drop of cold milk dripped off the valve and plopped on her big toe. Unable to help herself, Darla gulped her syrupy throat, picked up the hose, and lifted it to her mouth. Squishing th etip of her tongue inside, she felt the small trickling of milk in it and reached a sticky hand for the valve handle--