This is the story of Frosty the Snowman. Well....it is our story of our Frosty.
We had an illuminated Frosty the Snowman that my parents put on our front porch as part of the decor.
One night, we heard this commotion outside our house and, course, we all needed to check it out.
We found that our front door had been egged and that our Frosty was gone! Someone stole Frosty!
Never mess with a McMillan and their belongings. Dad and I hopped in the car and drove up and down the streets all over the neighborhood looking for our missing Frosty.
Nothing! No sign of him. My dad was furious. So...we returned home and cleaned off the eggs on the door and went to bed.
The next morning....still no Frosty.
But....later that day, the doorbell rang. It was a boy on the porch! He had Frosty! He was made to apologize to Dad and returned Frosty. He had seen it every night and decided that he wanted it for his house. But....his parents knew they didn't buy it and made him confess and then return it with an apology.
We were so happy to have Frosty back home. And....even now...thinking about it.....I am impressed that his parents made him do the right thing.
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