Mix 7 - the colored ice cream [choice dreamer colet]

Daisy Colet never asked for anything.

That is, until she learned how to speak. Yes, until she was around two years old, she was quite a quiet child. After that, though, the demands never ended. Her parents certainly didn't help - they were rich enough to pay for whatever she wanted.

Believe it or not, though, driving a 100% electric sports car while towing a genetically modified pink elephant can lead to some traffic issues. Yeah, Daisy's parents died in that accident; elephants weigh a lot, and electric sports cars aren't exactly built with the sturdiest of frames. Of course, at the time of the tragedy, young Daisy was sitting comfortably at one of her thirteen houses, making her servants live up to their titles. When one of her specially trained, homing spy parrots came from its urban watch post to tell her about the accident in as obliquely sympathetic English as its brain could possibly formulate, Daisy immediately detected that something was amiss. To make amends, she told her servants to retrain the parrots to properly convey messages in Scandinavian so that her interpreter could properly translate them into English for her.

When she finally got the process all correct, French to Japanese to Arabic to Urdu to Latin to German to Spanish to English, Daisy heard something about red-faced monkeys drinking alligators out of a snail-infested lottery cage on the star BK201. By that point, several parrots from the same platoon as the first, along with a few interpreters, had exploded all over the white marble floor from being overloaded with new linguistic information, so Daisy was too distracted to even care what the message might have been. For the next five minutes she sat swirling various body parts on the now interestingly-colored floor, but then an indescribable smell began to fill the air, so she had her domesticated wild boars clean up the mess while she went bathe. When she was done, she decided to go to bed.

The next morning, when Daisy's custom-built newspaper-reading robot read the newspaper with special attention to the section regarding the Colets' deaths, Daisy had already fallen back asleep. The morning after that, Daisy finally got word of the accident.

She was eating her usual breakfast of French Vanilla ice cream with one and a quarter packets of fun-size M&M's, one of her servants finally broke the news. Daisy stopped squishing the colored ice cream and actually listened, taking in the gravity of the situation at hand.

Her parents were dead.

That meant she had an enormous inheritance all to herself. She could do whatever she wanted. Not that she couldn't before, but now she didn't have to worry about her parents spending money on themselves. Daisy was free.

Or so she thought.

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As it turns out, her parents really loved the city they lived in. So in their will they donated their entire fortune to the city, whose officials decided to spend the money on developing and installing within a day some new, silent roads made out of bioluminescent plastic derived from the gills of a rare fungus. So Daisy was left with no money, but the roads her servants drove her around on were really nice. That is, until they started branching out and making new roads that the city didn't bother to try to regulate. Once the roads grew to the point where they started eating cars, they weren't so nice. So Daisy was left with no money, and some pretty crappy roads.

The following Monday, Daisy had to go to a public school. It was quite the traumatizing experience for her. As it turns out, when you yell at kids to do your every bidding, get yelled at by teachers to listen to their every ruling, yell at teachers to do your every bidding, get yelled at by the principal to submit to his every punishing, yell at the principal to listen to your every bidding, then get yelled at by police to follow their every command, it's generally not a good idea to yell at police to do your every bidding. Daisy was able to write off a few servants to free up enough money to bail herself out, but that was when Daisy really opened her eyes to the real world.

The real world was a cruel one, one where she couldn't do whatever she wanted, even when her parents weren't spending money on themselves, one where she wasn't free. No longer could Daisy be the demanding child she was in her childhood, asking everything of everyone. No, now she had to be the one answering everything everyone asked of her. In this cruel, real world, Daisy had to weigh the consequences of her actions and make decisions based on which of those actions she felt carried the lesser consequences. So whenever she had to make one of these decisions, she consulted her innermost emotions - through her dreams.

As she was the last surviving member of the Colet House and she had just lost both of her parents, people were generally pretty lax with her. When they asked something of her, she would always answer, "Let me sleep on it," and they did.

"Colet, can you tell me the answer to question five on page seventy three?"

"'What year did Christopher Columbus...'"

"Colet?"

"Let me sleep on it."

So she did, or at least tried to. She counted all one thousand sheep before finally falling asleep. She woke up four times that night, all because of a series of nightmares that invaded her slumber. In one of them, she had nine whole scoops of ice cream for breakfast. Like anyone could actually finish that. By the end of the nightmare, the nine-high stack had melted down into a swirly sea of blackish blue pigment mixed into existence after the nine accompanying packs of M&M's dissolved in the mess. After that horror, she got only two lame excuses for scoops of ice cream. Come on. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and two scoops is not going to be enough. In that dream, she starved to death on the side of a road.

The next morning, the teacher asked Daisy whether her dreams had shed any light on the issue of Columbus' sailing across the Atlantic. Daisy responded with something about one thousand sheep, four awakenings, nine, then two scoops, and a blue ice cream something.

"Wh-Why, yes! In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue!"

People were generally pretty lax with her.

It wasn't like her dreams didn't prompt that half-formed answer, though. In multiple other cases, she got much clearer responses from her dreams. What did she want for lunch today? Oh, well last night the purple sea anemones used the combined force of their tentacles to petrify the onslaught of mummies who hailed forth from the erupting volcano currently controlled by the Green Queen of Bling, so surely grilled cheese would be an appropriate meal for the celebration of such a victory.

People were generally pretty lax with her.

Each day, Daisy made various decisions using her dreams from the night before. She became so proficient at this that she even claimed to be able to predict the future. Of course, lax as they were, people didn't believe her. That is, until some of her servants decided, in their latest attempt to use the Colet name to reap benefits of which they'd been deprived when Daisy's parents were around, to ask the president of the United States to listen to one of Daisy's predictions.

Daisy's delusions gained good, real recognition when one day Daisy said something regarding Russians making massive bombs bearing new, nameless elements, each famous for having hybridized orbitals overcoming standard spectrum emission energy levels, leading to thus unpredictable, uncontrollable behavior believed to transcend previous power ratings reached by bombs developed during World War II.

Apparently the Russians had been planning to mount an attack, and their plots were thwarted by Daisy's prediction that day. Using the information she provided, scientists in the US were able to recreate the hybrid rainbow bombs, as they were now known, and employ them in a defensive manner. The president ordered the bombs to be fired directly in the path of Russia's, creating colorful explosions that produced double rainbows that went all the way.

Ever since that day, Daisy became known as choice dreamer colet, with reference to the origins of her power. She eventually was able to reestablish her family name, and its wealth. After that, she lived happily ever after.