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Rrrrrrrungungungungungunngunnnnnn.... I looked over at him in the next lane. RrrrrRRRRRRUNNNNNNGUNGUNGUNGUNGUNGUNnnnnnnnn. He stared back at me. The light turned green.

I flipped the switch. "The Turkey in the Straw" went on full blast. This neighborhood had only room for one Ice Cream truck and wasn't going to be Mr. Frosty in the next lane.

dollars which was my favorite Western. I said to Mr. Frosty, "Before you melt, you need to see this." The sun was out. Was Frosty crying or had he already started melting?

I offered Frosty a helping hand. He gave me a watery smile and said, "Why are you helping me?" "Because once when I was in dire straits someone was kind enough to help me."

His icy hand almost slipped from my grasp, catapulting him into the abyss below, but he kept his cool and held fast. In retrospect I now wish Frosty had taken that plunge, because

He has always known the underground tunnels best. I always tend to get lost. Frosty, being a snowman, is a genius at playing snowball games with me. Snow came early this year!

It came so early that my family missed it. For a moment, I thought I would forget what snow tasted like. Luckily we kept a bag of it in our freezer. When the chickens began hopping

I threw it on them so that the chickens slowly froze. Can't have them hopping around the house all the damn time while we've got a family to feed.

But I had forgotten that Chicky McPickles was a Level 35 Hen. Somehow she was able to peck 6 on her skillbar. She unfroze herself, then the others. Negotiations followed.