That morning, the morning after the blizzard, it was just there. There was two feet of snow, drifts of three, and not even the neighborhood kids had been outside yet. I wondered who would build such a thing in someone else’s yard, at night.
I left it alone. I didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction.
Three weeks later all the snow is gone from the ground but Frosty’s still standing there. People keep asking me what I did to it. Like, shellacked it or whatever? I didn’t do anything to it.
It’s starting to freak me the fuck out.