Another alteration, another cure for the desire.
Apparently cherry, banana or orange yet the difference can't be differentiated. All on a stick.
Not wheaty sticky, yet mineral sticky, like squashed rocks of edible wood.
Double dips, circulating like the kiddy marketing that's called into question. More and more, to be brought down the hedonic treadmill. Crystals of wetness go down the mouth chute.
Come from the sugercandy, from the processing of the itty little bits to the stick. Saliva makes the stick, so the sherbet comes into the mouth.
Who has patience for that? Eat the sticks.