Steel drums courtesy of ClassroomClipart.com
The Little Tomatillos food truck was parked on the same street as Mr. Grumble’s Gumdrop Shop. It was parked a block away from the Gumdrop Shop, but Mr. Grumble swore the music was so loud it made his store walls vibrate and that he could still hear the metal drum ringing in his ears as he fell asleep at night.
Mr. Grumble walked outside his shop and stood on the corner of the sidewalk, where Brush Street met Stephens Road. His store was officially on Stephens Road. Brush Street was the street where most of the Elementrees lived. He lifted his fist in the air and shook it toward the food truck. “Ice cream trucks go around once!” he shouted. “This truck parks outside my shop, plays this music all the way up, and never leaves! Darn nabbit!”
Amy Lockhart and her sister, Lizzie Lockhart, were rounding the corner and almost ran into Mr. Grumble.
“What’s going on, Mr. Grumble?” Amy asked him.
