Yaffa the Snowman
In the east village, outside the tragically hip 24/7 cafe, to which I have been known to make early morning passion fruit champagne runs, lived a man named Yaffa. He was made of snow, and the Yaffa employees loved him very much. Or at least enough to make him.
And he lived happily ever after, until he melted, and his short but meaningful life came to an end.