The Tale of the Ice Maker

There once was an ice maker who lived inside of a modest little freezer, in a small village deep in the smoky mountains of North Carolina.

She was an ambitious little ice maker and, having had rested up well over the summer, was excited about making a good first impression on her new residents. So, as soon as the power was turned on again she began to create and  sculpt her ice blocks into many identical, crescent moons. They were constructed so lovingly, with the rounded curve being especially smooth and shiny. She was very pleased with her work and lo and behold, so were her new residents! When the freezer door opened for the first time that year and the ice maker got her first look at her new friends she could see them smiling and happy.

'Yay! Look! An ice maker! Sweet!'

The ice maker couldn't understand the words but she knew what the happy faces meant and it made her cold, icy heart shiver in delight. Desperate to impress she began to go on over drive. Day and night she worked frantically. Creating more and more ice. It was all she could do, all she could provide for her new friends, and she was determined to do it well. When the freezer door next opened the ice maker looked up, eagerly anticipating her new friends joy at seeing the new ice she had made, so much ice in fact that the ice container was almost over flowing. Instead however, the girl had a little worried look on her face and quickly shut the door again.

Soon after the door opened again. The girl had returned, but there were others with her now. She was gesturing a little frantically and was shaking her head.
Not enough ice! realised the ice maker. They must be having a party and needed ice galore! And so the ice maker put her heart and soul to work. She was not disturbed at all for the next week and so worked night and day, exhausting herself utterly.
It'll be worth it, she thought to herself, my new friends will be so happy, so grateful, so joyous. My name and my deeds will be passed down through the ages. Students all over WCU will be jealous, each one wishing to have an ice maker such as I.

When the freezer was next opened, the columns and columns of ice that the ice maker had prepared came flooding out. They landed on the girls feet and piled up to her ankles. All the food they had put into the freezer was drowned in ice, encased in bricks of melted and refrozen ice. There was ice on the bread, ice protecting the chicken, ice crystallising the ice cream.

There. sighed the ice maker. If that's not enough ice then I don't know what is.

And the girl was so happy! she smacked her forehead (gloriously?) repeatedly and reached around inside the freezer, removing the food objects (obviously to make way for more ice!). The ice maker had never felt so joyous! Suddenly, she noticed something. The girl was trying to claw away the case of ice which was covering the ice makers controls. TRYING TO TURN THE ICE MAKER OFF!!??

WHYYYYYY!!!!!!!??????

The ice maker sobbed as the girl tried to work her way desperately through the thick layer of ice which was protecting the off button. The ice maker almost didn't notice. She was lost in her own little world of devastation.
She had never been more than obedient, an over achiever, a beacon for ice makers everywhere! She felt so hurt and broken. Soon however, her hurt turned to anger and then her thoughts turned to vengeance Her friends had BETRAYED HER!

With a roar of fury the ice maker attacked, filling the kitchen with ice, so much ice! The girl was pushed back violently and desperately tried to shut the door with her feet. But there was too much ice in the doorway! The war was truly on. As the girl tried to clear the doorway the ice machine rained icy pellets of doom down upon her. Finally, FINALLY the girl cleared the doorway and shut the door, breathing heavily. And so the ice maker waits, biding its time for when the door will next be opened...