Melty the Snowman

Melty the Snowman observes you with a baleful, lopsided expression, as he fades in to oblivion under the heat of the morning sun

Melty never asked for this short, pitiful existence. Now he slumps, just a few days old, but nonetheless about to succumb to a slow painful death.

It needn’t be like this. Call 1800 SNOWBALL now, and donate just one packet of frozen peas a month to save Melty, and hundreds of snowpeople like him.

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