I recently joined a writing group and this was my first attempt at a daily prompt

Try to include:
Ice cream, socks and a garden gnome in your story.

…And although that wicked witch banned me to the life of a garden gnome, the unfortunate accidental slip that little Leah suffered with her ice-cream was my blessing.

As I watched the vanilla scoop flying towards me, I could nearly recall the smell of such a desert, and when it hit, I waited patiently until it trickled to the corner of my mouth. I wish I could have licked it…but somehow I swear I could taste it. And for that one split second, it provided me with a comfort that reminded me of the comfortable old socks I used to cherish in my human days…locked at the bottom of the cellar….