Charlie waited patiently by the front door. She knew that today was Sunday, and she knew that meant a special treat.
Every week, Charlie waited impatiently for Sunday to arrive. She made it through the endlessly boring work days, and while she enjoyed playing in the park on Saturdays, that was nothing compared to what happened Sunday.
Sunday was special, because Sunday was ice cream day. Every Sunday, Charlie and Sam would walk down to the ice cream store. It was just around the corner, but they only went there on Sundays. They would share a large vanilla cone - never anything more adventurous than that. But there was no need for adventure - Charlie loved vanilla ice cream, and she was pretty sure that Sam did, too.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sam emerged from her bedroom.
"Come on, Charlie," she said, picking up a bright pink leash and fastening it to Charlie's collar. "Let's go for ice cream."
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