Mr. Iceman was at a park in Calgary, Alberta on a cold and frosty winter day. He was helping flatten out a new section of the park that was going to be turned into a skating rink. Mr. Iceman was chosen to make the ice for it.
“Mr. Iceman,” a familiar voice called out to him. “What are you doing here?”
“Mr. Frost!” exclaimed Mr. Iceman. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’m good,” said Mr. Frost. “Just keeping busy.”
“Me too,” said Mr. Iceman. “I am going to be making the ice for this skating rink once the ground has been flattened. Are you still frosting windows and windshields.
“Of course,” said Mr. Frost. “I will never stop that. My work is a form of art.”
“Best artwork that I have ever seen,” said Mr. Iceman.
“Thank you,” said Mr. Frost. “I am glad someone likes it.”
Mr. Frost paints a very thin layer of frost on a window or windshield. He doesn’t just paint it flat, he paints very intricate designs. Some say the work of Mr. Frost is a masterpiece.
“I was wondering if you would like to come work for me,” said Mr. Frost. “The two of us would make a good team. I could frost windows and you could ice the sidewalks.”
“No, ‘thank you,” said Mr. Iceman.
“Why not?” asked Mr. Frost.
“I don’t want to be making ice on sidewalks where people could fall and seriously hurt themselves,” said Mr. Iceman.
“You do make a valid point,” said Mr. Frost.
“At least what you do doesn’t hurt anyone,” said Mr. Iceman. “However, my ice could hurt someone.”
“Well that is very true,” said Mr. Frost. “I guess we wouldn’t make that much of a good pair after all.”
“I will just be making ice at skating rinks and arenas,” said Mr. Iceman.
“Playing safe is probably best,” said Mr. Frost.
“I agree,” said Mr. Iceman.
Moral of this Story: