Frosty is tired and fed up with this weather. He was in the front yard of Bob and Janet Connors for a day or so. Then came all of the neighbors with their quads. They were racing back and forth, making a lot of noise. Next came the cracking of tree limbs and the shaking of the ground as they fell. But the worst was those sharp icicles landing all around him.
Frosty just turned around and with the help of his cane, he strolled up onto our deck and just sat down. He has been sitting there all day. I offered him a cup of coffee but he only drinks hot chocolate. I told him that if I could get the car out of my frozen driveway, I would pick some up.
Frosty has had enough.
Even Frosty is sick of the weather
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