Free Beware, the Snowman by R. L. Stine Page A

my father could answer, one of the snowmen came thumping out of the
group. He rumbled up to us, arms twitching, eyes flashing.
    I grabbed Dad’s arm. The snowmen had us totally surrounded.
    Nowhere to move. No chance to run away.
    The snowman stopped inches from my father—and opened his mouth to speak.
    “Can we go back down now?” the snowman asked. “It’s really cold up
here!”
     
     
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