“It is officially winter in Calgary, Alberta,” said Mr. Iceman. “I have been waiting for winter since spring started. It is time for me to make some ice.”
Mr. Iceman makes ice with his feet. The ice he makes is a very high quality ice. He works at an arena and his sole job is to make ice.
Mr. Iceman knows the dangers of making ice just anywhere. He knows people can fall and hurt themselves. He has fallen on his own ice a few times. Because it was now officially winter, Mr. Iceman’s logic and practical thinking went right out the door. The only thing on his mind was winter and the only other thing on his mind was making ice.
Mr. Iceman stepped out of his home and walked down to the road. As he walked, he started making ice. He walked up the street for about two blocks and he looked behind him to check on the ice he had just made.
“What is going on?” asked Mr. Iceman to himself, seeing a trail of slush behind him. “Where is my ice?”
Mr. Iceman stood in the middle of the road. He was perplexed.
“That is a funny look on your face,” commented Mr. Iceman’s neighbour, Warren. “Beautiful winter day we are having, thanks to that Chinook.”
“Chinook!” exclaimed Mr. Iceman, taking a look up at the sky and seeing that tell-tale blue arch. “That is why I can’t make any ice today.”
Calgary is very unique in that it does get frequent Chinooks. A Chinook is a band of warm air that flows on the east side of the Rocky Mountains.
“You weren’t trying to make ice on the road, were you?” asked Warren, knowing full well he was. “I am grateful for the Chinook today.”
Warren walked away laughing while Mr. Iceman stood there, shaking his fist at the Chinook arch.
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