But as he watched Nurd and Samuel hug, and heard them begin to chatter at high speed about all that had happened since last they had met, and saw a big, sloppy tear drop from one of Nurd’s eyes, slide down his face, and perform a little jump into the air from the end of his chin, Wormwood thought that if such a thing as Nurd weeping for joy was possible, then anything might be. “Got something in my eye,” said Jolly as the friends enjoyed their reunion. He gave a little sniff. “Very moving,” said Angry, dabbing at his nose with a sleeve that had clearly been used for that same purpose a great many times in the past, and consequently resembled a racetrack for snails. “Seeing people happy always makes me want an ice cream,” said Dozy. “Seriously.” “Arfle,” said Mumbles, in what might have been agreement. They looked hopefully at Dan, Dan the Ice-Cream Man, who brandished an empty cone at them. “There isn’t any more ice cream,” said Dan. “You’ve eaten it all.
