“Liza went to the window and breathed on the frosted glass. She made a little peephole and peered through it. ‘Poor snowman, she thought, he must be veery cold. I’ll take him a cup fo tea and warm him up.”
“Liza ran into the garden, gave the snowman a drink of tea, then hurried back inside the house. The snowman was very surprised. In his tummy there was a warm, creeping, crawling feeling...”