Chapter three

The frozen landscape sparkled in the sunlight. Rags wished he was ambling alongside Rusty instead of running behind while Frosty blew on ahead. They arrived in time to see the jeweler close for the night. The sign on the glass door said " Closed for yesterday" which Rags found odd and sent Frosty into a rage.

Frosty filled the evening air with screams of frustrastion. He had howling mostly catagorized by his anger and he was at blizzard level. Rags knew stopping him was impossible so he waited for the storm to subside. While he hid in the doorway, Rags thought of Rusty. Now they would be discussing their plans for the next day, eating their dinner and enjoying their peaceful home. Rusty was thinking how Rags would be reading aloud from the New York Times and making ice cream sundaes with jimmies. Snowmen have no sense of time, and Frosty did not need sleep so the storm went on till the sun rose.

The jeweler arrived to find his sidewalk had six feet of snow and an irate snowman. Rags was buried in the drift by the doorway. The jeweler wrote another note closed the shop till noon and called Drew his friend with a snowplow. Drew arrived an hour later angled the plow so that the storefront would not be damaged and soon the snow was gone revealing Rags. He was sleeping. Rags woke up to his nightmare; Frosty was missing.