It’s a tale as old as time:
Winter arrives. The Old Lady who lives alone in her home is lonely. She decides to make a snowman for the neighborhoods kids to admire. She finishes her snowman. She goes inside to grab a cup of cocoa. Pleased with her kindness, she makes her way to the window to admire her creation – but her snowman is gone. One of the hood rats from down the road has stolen Senor Snowman. The Old Lady cries.
Who could have committed such a dastardly deed?! Was it The Grinch? Was it Scrooge? Was it Jack Frost seeking revenge on the snowman that murdered his wife?
Probably not. It probably was that pissant kid down the block. After all, when you use pound coins for eyes and teaspoons for arms, that piece of snow magic goes decidedly up in value. Who wouldn’t want to steal it? That may have been the most expensive snowman in all of England. Then again, she should have known better. In the police phone call she even says, “It ain’t a nice road but you don’t expect someone to nick your snowman.”
You can hear the phone call to the police here. It’s hard to distinguish due to the English accents, but she most certainly isn’t “being funny”.
Hopefully they find the culprit before too long. Wait – did she mention she threw a magical hat on top of his head?