The Curse of the Snowman
Once upon a time, a man named Snowman came to Piccadilly, a quaint old town circa 1980s. He wanted to find a place to keep him cool so that he doesn’t melt.
Everywhere that he went, in Piccadilly, is too warm for him. He went to Porky’s Delicatessen, but it was too warm for him. He tried the Barker’s Bakers next door. Alas, it is too warm for him too.
Looking glum, the Snowman kept on walking down the street in Piccadilly near Museum Bellerive. He thought, “Will I melt into nothingness soon?”
Suddenly, he came upon an ice rink called Ice Rink and Co. He had a thought, “That’s a cool place to be!”
Ran, the Snowman did, to the Ice Rink and Co. He was greeted by an old man with a long white beard, welcoming him inside.
Inside, the Snowman felt a rush of cold air whooshing past him. He suddenly felt more alive. “I am alive!”, said he.
