Ice
The other day I was sitting on the grass minding my own business when this white thing whizzed passed my head. I looked round and saw a lot more of these things. When I tried to pick them up I found they were very cold and slippery. I bit into one and it didn't taste bad. Then I sat and licked the larger ones for a while.
Mum explained to me they were chunks of ice from the fridge that she was cleaning. I don't care what they are. They taste good, are great to chase around, and don't leave a mess as they just disappear.
Here I am playing with them on the grass:
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