The Ice-cream Man

I had been walking for ten hours now. My feet ached and I could smell my feet even from five feet away. My short, stubby, legs glistened with sweat. I had become pretty good friends with my feet after hours of starring at them from above as I marched on. The pine straws below me moved under my feet making me grip my toes into the earth. I wanted to stop walking but the sun had not even begun to set yet. I continue walking down a narrow path. I can hear soft birds of in the distance, and the wind blowing from the distance. I cross my fingers that it will blow my way soon and bring along some soothing relief. I can see something off in distance. It is brown and maybe two feet tall. I walk closer and closer and my curiosity is exploding, all sorts of thoughts thrash through my mind. What could it be?