Lillian and Thomas bring buckets of snow for the cause, before gathering some badly needed sticks.
Pat, pat, pat, pat....
Despite many buckets and much patting, as foretold the snow was not right. It was too dry and powdery to stick together and create a proper snowman. And so one last bucket of snow was used to add a fez (complete with twig-tassel) to our creation before adding a carrot for the nose with some sultanas (raisins) for a mouth we had crated our very own snow-lump!
Yep, it's a snow-lump.
We returned the next day, and the squirrels had eaten his face. Ah well.
You're starting to look a little evil there, Wags. Like your alternate dimension partner has taken over.
ReplyDeleteAnd lets face it. America, where EVERYTHING happens, is just across the border. And crossing borders isn't below them or anything.
I'm onto you.
You are mad sir. Mad. In the depths of the harsh Canadian winter, that bit of chin fluff could be the difference between life and terminal frostbite of the chin.
ReplyDeleteWe do what we must to survive.
AAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAHHHHH! EVIL SQUIRRELS! EVIL!
ReplyDeleteOh. Sorry. Just putting myself in the place of your poor, benighted, snowtard there. Isn't there some sort of rule of ethics that prevents the manufacture of snow-cripples? How the hell is that thing supposed to thumpity-thump-thump over the hills of snow?
No wonder the squirrels picked on him.
And who knew that squirrels would eat frozen vegetables, anyway?
I like Fezes - Fezes are cool ;)
ReplyDeleteThis tragic tale reminds me of the parable of the snow weasels. "Life is like a cool journey on a snow mobile. At first it is awesome, and you get some cool speed up. Then you hit a snowbank,overturn, and the snowmobile is on top of you. Then, at night, the iceweasels come"
ReplyDeleteFor this snowman, at night, the ice squirrels came...