The snowman stood there, glistening in the pale sunlight. This was a masterpiece, this snowman. Uncle George had helped them. Benny gave it a final pat and stood back to inspect their work.
“This is the best snowman we ever made,” he said, clapping the snow off his gloves.
“You know, I think it really is,” said David. “What shall we call him this year?”
“Frosty,” yelled little Susie.
“We want something a bit more original than that,” replied David. “Now let me think.”
“I know, Arctic. Yes, Arty from the Arctic,” said Benny.
“Oh yes,” squealed Susie. “That’s a lovely name for him, Mr. Arty Arctic.”
“I hereby christen you Arty from the Arctic. There, it’s official now,” declared David.