Lunarbaboon by Christopher Grady for December 17, 2015
Father: Alright. All done. Time to go home. Son: Snowman stay? Father: Yeah. He lives in the park now. Son: Hmmm. Son: What he do? Father: Do? Hmmm... well he'll probably get kicked apart by drunk teenagers tonight. I guess if he is lucky though he will spend his remaining days alone... melting into the ground. Son: Oh. Father: I feel a little better about leaving now too.