Three cheers for Chicklets

“I want my 35 pesos….I want my 35 pesos!” The little boys voice ran through Elmo’s dream. Elmo now longed for the Chicklets that he never bought. Maybe with the warmer weather today he could have fun selling his own Chicklets on the streets of Dinkytown? Elmo decided that with a high of 64 degrees and partly cloudy skies for Tuesday his potential customer numbers looked good. Wednesday wasn’t as promising with a chance of showers and highs in the mid-fifties. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his bigwheel and headed to the big city. Time for a day of pedaling his wares.