Sun was standing at her cart blankly, handing a lime popsicle over to a young, obviously spoiled girl, no more than 7 years old. "Can't you do something right!?" The girl asked, her face becoming red. She was already holding four or five Fudgesicles. "I wanted a vanilla cone," She said, kicking Sun's shin very hard. Sun dumped the lime popsicle back in the cart. "We are all out of vanilla cones," she said almost robotically. The girl put her hands on her hips and pouted. Sun stared at her, tears of anger forming in the corners of her eyes. "Go away," she said. "Go away and don't come back you little brat," Sun said, a tiny smile forming. "Until you learn your manners." She then leaned over and flicked the young girl's fat little pig nose. "Waaaahh!" The girl said, exaggerating. Sun barley flicked her enough to even make the little girl flinch. Sun then walked away, whistling, trying to act innocent while the plump girl wailed in anger. People sitting and standing all around stared blandly. Luckily no-one noticed the scene between Sun and her, so Sun got away unharmed. Sun, however, wore a stressed look on her face.
