Wilber

The wounded soldier insisted that we referred to him as Wilber because that's what the nametag said on his uniform. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that was his real, biological name. As soon as he put on the candy cane stripes and paper hat there was a twinkle in his eye. He quickly got to work putting things here and there. He told us of all the possible things we could do with the shop. It was clear he was at home. Random soldiers even popped in off the street. They never seemed to mind when we told them that we didn't have any ice cream treats at this time. They all were perfectly content talking to Wilber. However, Olivia and I knew this wouldn't last, and so we set out to find ice cream treats.