The Popsicle Parable

It was a humid and cloudless day at the Rype & Readi Farm Market. Normally, this would be the description of a terrifically terrible day at the Farm Market, due to the intense heat and muggy air rendering the open-air market into a scorching, wavy-aired barbeque pit.

Today, however, that description was one that all the animals met with joy and excitement, ignoring the oppressive heat entirely.

And why was this heat entirely ignored, one might wonder?

That was easy: following the recovery of Hurricane Irma, several changes had been implemented to the Farm Market, such as the expansion of the store’s selling floor into the adjacent stable, as well as a change in the position of the store’s cash registers. But in this case, the aspect of the Market’s metamorphosis that was truly relevant was the addition of an entirely new type of product to the Market’s stock.

This miraculous product, that made the unbearable heat bearable, that made the horrendous climate all worth it… was none other than ice cream, a whole freezer-full of it.

Now, granted, all that the Market had to offer at the present time was a scant variety of fruit-flavored popsicles, so actually enjoying the frozen treats was a bit of an involved task for those animals who bore hooves. But if the choices were enjoying an icy mouthful of goodness or sweltering through the day without? Then the animals were all more than prepared to put in the necessary effort.

This determination to beat the heat was aptly demonstrated by Gomez and Caramel, who were enjoying their precariously positioned popsicles with immense pleasure.


“Mmmm…” Gomez bleated with a content hum. “Thi-i-i-is really takes the edge off, ri-i-i-ight?”

“Mmm… yeah…” Caramel nodded absentmindedly, her attention more focused on looking her popsicle over than on licking it.

Gomez was quick to notice. “Something wro-o-o-ong?”

“Eh… it’s just…” Caramel waved her free hoof uncertainly. “This is good you know? But… I just can’t help but feel like it could be better. Am I selfish for thinking that?”

“E-e-e-eh…” the young goat nodded his head side to side thoughtfully. “We-e-e-ell… maybe, maybe no-o-o-ot. Humans sometimes put nu-u-u-uts on their ice cream, ri-i-i-ight? Maybe you could get some too-o-o-o!”

Sneaking off to the Distillery

The Babydoll lamb perked up instantly. “That’s brilliant! Oh, oh, and why stop there?! Maybe I could get some syrup, too, or maybe some berries or-or-or who knows! Ooooh, I’m going to go and get some right now!” And with that Caramel shot off with all eagerness.

Intrigued by his friend’s train of thought, Gomez made to follow… only to be halted by a hoof on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t do-o-o-o that if’n I were you,” Bailey warned her son.

“Aw, ma-a-a-a…” Gomez hung his head despondently. “Why no-o-o-ot? It’s not like it’s wro-o-o-ong or nothin’…”

“Maybe not… but there’s still a goo-o-o-od reason for it. Just you wait and see.”

-Fifteen Minutes Later-


“I told ya, di-i-i-idn’t I?” Bailey deadpanned.

Gomez winced as he took in Caramel, who was prone on her back, her muzzle coated in sticky syrup and sickly moans crawling out of her mouth. “Wha-a-a-at’s wrong with her?”

“Combo of brain free-e-e-eze and su-u-u-ugar crash. Let this be a lesson for you, so-o-o-on,” Bailey nodded sagely. “Sometimes, there’s such a thing as too-o-o-o-o much of a goo-o-o-o-od thing.”

Gomez started to nod in agreement… before pausing as a thought struck him, and he glanced at his mother in confusion. “Wa-a-a-a-ait, didn’t we do this mo-o-o-oral already?”

Bailey flinched at the uncomfortable reminder and coughed surreptitiously into her hoof. “Se-e-e-econdary moral, Gomez: So-o-o-o-ome lessons bear repeating. Got it?”

“Ye-e-e-es Ma.”

“Good. Now help me ro-o-o-oll poor Caramel onto her stomach before she pu-u-u-ukes on herself.”

“Bleeeeurgh…”Caramel, the babydoll sheep

by Baxter Balick, Rype & Readi Contributing Author, Flagler College Sophomore

By |2017-10-11T22:28:01+00:00October 11th, 2017|Animals|0 Comments
Dear Friends, Family and Valued Patrons of Rype & Readi

As we close 2018 and look forward to our 5th year, we once again welcome and will be challenged by change.


As many of you know, we took a calculated risk in opening at the Colee Stables downtown.
Property ownership had been disputed and litigated for the last 9 years. Finally resolved, we were regrettably unable to come to reasonable terms with the new owner and our lease ends on the 31st of December. This was complicated in part by a commitment we had made to expand our market operations downtown beginning next fall, adjacent to a well known, well trafficked anchor.
Rest assured Rype & Readi will have a downtown presence again. But for the immediate near term, we are consolidating operation to our St. John’s Golf Club facility where we will focus on catering, prepared foods, dinner events, cooking classes and, of course, a market for fresh local fine foods.
Please be sure to keep in contact with our social media on Facebook, Instagram, our website & newsletter to follow our happenings and special offerings.
Our location at the St. John’s Golf Club is a diamond in the rough. In addition to having a full restaurant and bar, we have a magnificent patio overlooking acres of manicured greens, gorgeous in the daylight and tranquil in the evenings when the golfer’s day is done.
With plenty of space on the terrace and adjacent properties (including parking for several hundred cars) this venue, at the intersection of State Road 207 and I-95 promises to host some creative, exciting and delightful family events throughout the coming year.
We fondly wish you all a festive and memorable holiday season and thank you for your continued support. Please let us know if there is any event, occasion or opportunity to help you celebrate life though a special event with great food and smiling faces.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
With Profound Appreciation,
Your friends at Rype & Readi