Slushy Snowman stood outside of his friend, Stacey’s home in Quebec City, Quebec. It was a fairly nice day as far as a winter day in Quebec could be.
“It is so nice out today that I am starting to melt,” said Slushy Snowman. “I have water dripping off my head.”
That night, it turned bitterly cold and the water that was dripping off Slushy Snowman’s head froze and formed several icicles.
“What are these things hanging from my head?” screamed Slushy Snowman. “They are making me very angry. I don’t know what they are. They are scaring me.”
Stacey could hear Slushy Snowman screaming all the way from her bedroom. She got dressed quickly and went to see what he was screaming about.
“Slushy Snowman,” said Stacey. “What are you screaming about?”
“Get these things off me,” screamed Slushy Snowman even louder than before. “They are making me angry.”
“Oh my,” laughed Stacey. “They are icicles. They aren’t going to hurt you.”
“Are you sure?” asked Slushy snowman.
“I am positive,” said Stacey. “All they are is frozen water.”
Stacey carefully picked the icicles off Slushy Snowman’s head. He wasn’t angry or upset anymore.
“Good night Slushy Snowman,” said Stacey.
“Good night,” said Slushy Snowman, feeling better about things now.
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