Jim rounded the corner, on his way back from his aborted run. The temperature had risen into the triple digits in only an hour.
Andy, a boy of about twelve who mowed the lawn when Jim was out of town, stood off to the side and smiled when he saw Jim.
"Hey, Mr. Nelson, I hope you don't mind, but your house is melting and it seemed like such a shame to let it go to waste."
"My house is what?" Jim ran through the crowd and sure enough the new extension he'd had built in the fall was slowly oozing into an amorphous white blob. "I don't understand."
Andy put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it kind of sucks that the heat wave struck like this. Why'd you build your house out of marshmallow anyway?"
Jim looked from the melting house to Andy. "The contractor said he used all environmentally friendly building materials. I thought he meant recycled or something."
"Well, it will be soon. Dad went to get the graham crackers and Hershey bars."