In summer, in a Northern country... Socophles walks hand in hand with his best friend, Celina, at the waterfront which nevertheless looks like a big lake. They are going straight to buy Aristotle's famous ice-cream, who is the owner of a small wooden cottage a few steps from the village, just on the edge of a wooden platform where the fisherman villagers attach their little dories... That little mite, Socophles, as you all can quite obviously understand, in fact, his right name is Sophocles. Yet, when he was a tiny kid of two or three years old and used to hold a piece of white chocolate in his hand almost all the time, whenever he was asked telling his name, he would always say ''Socophles''! Ans so, that's how indeed all his friends and his family also call him until now! And since it's me too, from my own part, that I may consider myself as one of his best friends, I'm not going to thwart their plans by not calling him like that, just because that's the way it is anyway and it doesn't matter at all if my little daughter always keeps correcting me in that every time I'm telling her this story. Indeed, the big truth is that both Socophles and Trelantonis alone - especially the last one, famous Penelope Delta's greatest literary hero - she only could accept outright as her boys-heroes in that story's band. Because she always likes to listen to stories that include one princess. Not to mention... two in that case in point! To be honest, Socophles himself, looks just like a typical ice cream vendor in that exquisite way of wearing his both snow-white t-shirt and snow-white trousers. Her mother seems mostly completely desperate and almost out of her mind about her own son's case: in their household, they do the laundry at least three times a day, but in addition to that there's a whole wardrobe literally stuffed with snow-white linens, as you'll be able to see further down by yourself too, because all Socophles' snow-white clothes are constantly dirty and almost covered in mud and when all is said and done her poor mother could possibly not be knackered herself out washing his clothes all day long!....The magic snow-white story's continuance awaits you all to make you lose your head a little bit in a world of real dreams or not ... it will depend on the warmth of our heart ...