Ice Cream

When I was a Cub Scout and helped put on the play (up on a stage in front of the whole congregation) where you sword fight and one kid falls on the floor and the rest of you stomp on him and say, "Three men on a dead man's chest - Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!", I pulled it off, but I was so nervous, my biceps felt just like cold hard ice cream, not squishy meat.