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I am Frosty the Killer Snowman. So named because of the weapons of death I possess. I was brought to life by magic and my creator gave me a laser carrot nose, hand grenade buttons and a Kalashnikov rifle rather than a walking stick! I used to have a razor sharp rimmed bowler hat that I could skim through the air to decapitate people. But unfortunately, during a tussle with the polar bears, I lost it. Despite these weapons, I have a mild temperament. The killer instinct is missing in me, much to my creator’s annoyance. The only time I get angry is when I get too hot. I have been slipping into Christmas land and Father Christmas’s factory a lot lately. I do not want to tell you why. Only that this afternoon I was finally apprehended by Bluddengutz. Very roughly as well I might say! |
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