It was the day of the snow. Ray and I were walking around the block. As we approached the house around the corner, the one with Ray's favorite baby and favorite little kids, Ray's tail started to wag furiously. I saw a very small snowman, about two feet tall, positioned on the strip of snow-covered grass next to the street. The little snowman was wearing a scarf and hat; a carrot was lying in the snow next to him.
Overjoyed that one of his kids was outside playing, Ray rushed to the snowman fully expecting the usual warm greeting. Instead, he was met with a cold one.
Confused and disappointed, Ray sniffed the snowman up one side and down the other, his tail wagging less and less as he realized that he'd been duped. Again and again, his nose returned to the hat and the scarf. The head of the unstable little snowman plopped at his feet. Ray nibbled the hat sadly.
I pulled the dejected dog away from his faux snow-friend and we continued on our way.