Crime Scene

Got up early this morning to get to work on my last few outstanding glass orders of the year. I like early morning, the possibilities are exciting. Today I came downstairs to find evidence of an assault in our entry way. The victim, Frosty, a 3 ft. tall stuffed snowman who presides over winter from his perch on a sled near the stairs to our dining room had obviously been the victim of a serious attack. He had been knocked from his sled, lay sprawled across the entry way with the tassle from his hat dimembowled. A sad sight indeed. As is reported in criminology literature, the suspected perpetrator, Ollie spent a lot of time admiring his alleged handiwork. Frosty has taken another dive today, but as of this report is standing tall.