Scoop interviews Frosty the Snowman
Happy holidays, everyone! Scoop here, looking to tell the story behind the story each Christmas season. This year, I caught up with Frosty the Snowman at the North Pole.
Believe me, it wasn’t easy.
Scoop (panting): When the song says “Look at Frosty go … over the hills of snow,” it’s not kidding. How are you able to run so fast?
Frosty: As each winter ends, I run for my life every year. It’s very motivating. People try to stay cool. I have to stay cold. I have to get to the North Pole pretty quickly.
Scoop: But you don’t have any legs. How do you run?
Frosty: This magic hat works wonders.
Scoop: Yeah. Tell me about that.
Frosty: I used to be just a regular snowman, built by a bunch of kids in a front yard. I watched them play, have fun throwing snowballs, riding sleds … I couldn’t move at all. I was pretty sad. I shed more than a tear or two.
Scoop: Nobody ever saw that.
Frosty: My tears were frozen. I’m made of snow, you know.
Scoop: But your eyes are made of coal.
Frosty: I know. That was painful, too. But, anyway, back to the hat.
Scoop: Yes, back to the hat …
Frosty: It belonged to a professor named Hinkle. A kid found it laying on a sidewalk and thought it would give me a little more class. He put it on my head and, suddenly, I was mobile. I began playing with the kids in the snow. I thought that fun would never end.
Scoop: But you ran away from those kids and all of that fun, every year. Why didn’t you just stay?
Frosty: I’d be a puddle.
Scoop: Of course. That professor never found his hat, did he?
Frosty: Nope. But he sure tried. The story of my new-found life got around and people wanted to preserve it. They even whisked me off to Hollywood one year to make a movie.
Scoop: What was that experience like?
Frosty: Not so good. I felt like a piece of meat.
Scoop: I get it. All of those autograph seekers and Hollywood agents bugging you all the time?
Frosty: Nah. I had to stay in a meat locker my entire time there. With the California heat, it was the only way they could keep me frozen.
Scoop: Jimmy Durante sang your song. Did you have a chance to meet him?
Frosty: I did. Loved his nose.
Scoop: You did? Most people made fun of that nose because it was so long.
Frosty: I was envious. My nose is a button.
Scoop: How do you breathe out of that thing?
Frosty: It has two holes in it, just like that beak of yours. And I can’t possibly catch a head cold. I imagine your head colds must be pretty nasty.
Scoop: Uhh … Let’s not talk about that. Did you know Gene Autry was the first to record your song and that Andy Griffith narrated the Frosty’s Winter Wonderland show? You hung with some big names there.
Frosty: I guess so. Andy got a little mad at me, though.
Scoop: Why?
Frosty: I asked him how he ever came up with the name Opie for his kid. He thought that question was kinda cold.
Scoop: How’d you respond?
Frosty: It was just my nature. I think he understood.
Scoop: Do you ever do anything with that broom stick in your hand?
Frosty: Nah. It’s just for show. I preferred a hockey stick. No go.
Scoop: How do you spend your time at the North Pole during your offseason?
Frosty: The elves are fun. We have a good time. Santa hangs a red light on my broomstick from time to time. He uses me as a landing signal when he takes the reindeer out for a practice flight.
Scoop: Interesting.
Frosty: Speaking of flights, can I catch a ride back to the states? It’s almost time for me to return.
Scoop: Surely. But I fly fast. Hang on to your hat.
Frosty: Got to. It’s my life.
