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By Amy Gaudette
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Frosty the Snowman hung his head in mute despair. Half-frozen tears trickled slowly down his top snowball, creating ugly groves in his beloved face. When was this torment to end?
“Frosty, please, crying isn't going to help!” his dearest friend Fiona begged the shrinking ball of snow. “You must listen to us. The only place you'll be safe is in the South Pole! If you don't go you will be nothing but a puddle sinking into the earth.”
He gave her a sad glance. “Fiona, I've spent my life going north. It's ludicrous that you and everyone else think I should head south. South is hot, north is cold. I'm going north!”
Fiona wrung her hands with a miserable moan. At that moment, a distinguished gentleman approached them in a stark white lab coat which sported an important badge.
“Mr. Frosty, I'm afraid the news isn't what we'd hoped. While you aren't diabetic or gluten intolerant, there are serious issues with your weight loss, as well as severe dehydration. I'm sorry, Mr. Frosty, but it is true. You must leave at once. Go south to the colder climate, get some rest. Your health will return, mark my words!”
“Look, Doc.” Frosty's face featured trepidation. “North. I am going north for the winter. Since when did south become cold?”
“Haven't you heard?” The doctor looked offended. “Global warming. Cold is hot, hot is cold. Take my word for it, before it's too late! Go south!”
With that, the doctor huffed and whirled around, marching back indoors.
“Oh, pleeeeasee Frosty! I couldn't bear it if you were to perish!” Fiona wailed bitterly.
“Please hush, Fiona,” he muttered. “I'm stronger than I look. I'll be fine.” As if destined to prove him incorrect, a large glob of sticky snow fell from Frosty's shrinking stomach. “Oh, well. A few pounds lighter never hurt anyone.”
Fiona's face took on a snow-white hue.
“Come, dear girl, and walk me to the bus station.”
Off they went, Frosty humming a festive tune while Fiona sniffled and hiccuped. At the bus station, a wrinkle-faced ticket man asked the snowman where he was headed.
“One ticket to the north, please.”
“I'm sorry, but we're not sending buses up there anymore. It's far too hot.” The man looked at him as if it should have been obvious.
“What? I come from the north. That's where I was created!”
“Yes, and by the looks of you, I'd say you need to head south, and right quick, mister.” He sighed and wiped Frosty's melting droplets off the counter.
“Oh, I give up! One ticket south, please.”
Fiona squealed and clasped her hands together. “Oh, goodie! I'll see you again next winter.” She smacked him with a kiss on his cheek, forming a dent. “Oops. Sorry.”
“Bye-bye, Fiona!” Frosty waved as he boarded the bus. “Bye!”
Someone offered him a towel as he sat down. He took it, thanked her, and shook his head. “Strange world we live in,” he mused, soaking in the air conditioning. “North is my home, my place of rest and safety, yet they tell me to go south. Good is now bad, bad is now good. Hot is cold, cold is hot.
“Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as wherever I'm going keeps me nice and cold! And alive, of course.”
So off Frosty went, with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, into a strange new world.
And he was never seen again.
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I hope he stayed cool...
Blessings~