The Tale of the Chocolate Tractor

How is it that a chocolate "Easter Tractor" could find its way across the Atlantic only to melt in my room within two hours of receiving it? I had been sent the most wonderful gift from friends across the ocean. I marveled at the perfection of the piece and the travel that it endured. Little did I know that it would become a time based piece that seemed to self destruct in my possession. I stepped from the room for about and hour and a half. I greeted my neighbors. I set up a time to hear music with Miyoko. I ate dinner and returned a phone call. Upon reentering the room I did a double take at the tractor that was now Amoeba-like in its appearance with two eyes looming from the glob. "What in the hell..." I mumbled to myself as I peered in to see the lava flow of organic chocolate. The same fleeting light that has resuscitated "Hokkaido" the tropical plant that my side kick and I rescued two weeks ago in a feral night of poetry, raccoon watching and emergency plant rescue was now destroying my chocolate tractor! Or did it. Maybe I would have never gnawed at the perfect line of the tractor grill, just as I never cared to chew the head off chocolate bunnies. An amoeba on the other hand is fair game for consumption. I need to gain back a few pounds so I am grabbing a spoon and jumping into the flow. So Thank you dear Irish friends...it is exactly what I needed..