Pool Party - late weekly task

Orange was the adult’s flavour of everything, yet simply setting his amber eyes on the frozen treat heralded a feeling of sheer childishness into the mongrel, who baked in the sunlight. The pool looked more-than-desirable, and the assurance of cold water was welcomed, though, weren’t swimming parties for children? "Many thanks," he intoned blessingly. Satisfaction immediately overcame him as the ice pop made it’s way into Leroy’s maw. No matter how juvenile he felt while dawdling around here, the wolfhound couldn’t deny he wanted to stay here and escape the unnecessary warmth of the air.