As White as Neapolitan Ice Cream

　　Outside the city lay fields where sheep strayed and frayed the grass. There were orchards, too, hung with the golden globes of oranges, the silver sheen of pomegranates, the happy bubble of purple grapes.

　　Monacello and Napolina danced in honey-golden sunshine, wearing smiles as white as Neapolitan ice cream, eating olives from the littlest trees. From so far away, the city, rising steeply out of the sea, was beautiful: you would have to have gone much closer to see the bits of darkness caught on all its sharp corners.

Monacello, The Little Monk, P56
written by Geraldine McCaughrean
illustrated by Jana Diemberger
ISBN 978-1-907912-03-0