As I strolled down the freshly shoveled boardwalk in Virginia City, I saw Frost the Snowman crafting frosty treats for passersby. I recognized him from the animated film he starred in back in 1969.
Intrigued, I just had to approach him. “This is quite a unique gig you’ve got here. What made you start selling snowcones?”
Frost half-chuckled in disgust. “Well, it’s a bit of a long story. You see, I used to be a regular snowman, enjoying the winter months and all. But lately, things have been tough. Despite all this Bidenomics I’ve been hearing about, I found myself in a bit of a financial snowdrift and had to sell my top hat.”
“You are kidding, right?” I responded.
Frost sighed, his snowy shoulders slumping a bit. So, I had to get creative. I figured, why not turn myself into a business? People love snowcones, and I’ve got plenty of material to work with!”
Frost grinned, scooping into his snowy torso. “I’ve got the classics like cherry, blue raspberry, and lime. But I’ve also got some unique blends, like frosty mint mocha and winter berry delight. What’s your fancy?”
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