Mr. Iceman was outside his house in Calgary, Alberta, on a cold winter day. He was bored. It was his day off from working at the arena. He had a very strong desire to make some ice.
“I know,” said Mr. Iceman. “I will make my front walkway icy.”
Mr. Iceman as a special talent of being able to make ice with his feet. All he does is think about making ice and as he walks, his feet produce it. He makes the best ice there is.
“Good morning Mr. Iceman,” said Warren, his neighbour. “I have some mail of yours.”
Warren brought the mail to Mr. Iceman and while doing so, he almost slipped on Mr. Iceman’s icy walkway.
“Did you make your walkway icy?” asked Warren, angrily.
“Yes,” said Mr. Iceman. “I did. Do you like it?”
“No,” said Warren. “I do not like it. I almost slipped on it. I could have been seriously hurt.”
“Oh dear,” said Mr. Iceman, feeling very sad about what he had done. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean any harm.”
“I understand,” said Warren. “I know you didn’t mean any harm. I also know that you love to make ice.”
“Thank you,” said Mr. Iceman. “I just assumed that I could make ice anywhere on my property.”
“I suppose you can do that,” said Warren. “But, I wouldn’t make ice in places that people have to walk. I would also suggest that for everyone’s safety, make ice in a fenced off area. That way nobody will fall and hurt themselves.”
“Those are great suggestions,” said Mr. Iceman. “Thank you for that.”
“You are welcome,” said Warren. “It is important that everyone stays safe.”
“I agree,” said Mr. Iceman. “You are correct.”
Mr. Iceman built a big fence all around his backyard and then he created the best backyard ice rink that anyone had ever seen. He had people lined up at all hours of the day and night to skate on his ice rink. Mr. Iceman became the hero of his neighbourhood.
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