Frosty's Revenge

I'll start with one I just recently wrote...

Frosty’s Revenge

Jeff paused only briefly to ponder whether destroying a snowman in someone’s yard could be considered a destruction of private property before swinging away with his Louisville Slugger.  He felt much better after reducing the frozen figure to a pile of slush.  That would teach his neighbor to let his dog crap on his lawn. 

That night, cold water dripping on Jeff’s forehead woke him from a sound sleep.  Staring into the snowman’s hovering face, its gaping mouth displaying rows of pointed icicle teeth, Jeff understood that charges of destruction of property were the least of his worries.