The beginning of Freddie
The day was December 6, 2019.
It was a Friday afternoon. I was still at work, and my brain had come to a screaming halt. Time to do a lap around the floor to see how many other people had left for the weekend so I wouldn't feel guilty doing the same.
I got to the corner of the floor and happened to look in an empty cubicle. There, on the table, was a large, empty pad of paper. And a pen.
"OOOOOOOO! Don't mind if I do," I thought to myself.
Without thinking about it, I started drawing snowmen. I wondered what it would look like if a snowman farted? I started to giggle and got to work.
In 2 minutes flat I was looking at this drawing. I started to laugh. I laughed so hard I was crying. I looked around. Whew! No one was around, because if they saw me they would think I was upset I was laughing so hard.
I tried to stop laughing, but every time I tried to stop, I'd sputter again. It was a like a bad case of the hiccups. I took a photo.
Biking home, I started thinking. At the time, I hadn't seen any other farting snowmen in books or on media. HMMM! Maybe I should write a book about a farting snowman? When would I have time? 42 years old, I had 3 year old twins and a 9 year old at home. I was working full time. I dismissed the idea and posted the snowman on my instagram feed, hoping my friends would find the image as funny as I did!