Jack Frost
Jack Frost ?Please, I promise I?ll take care of him!? my brother complained. My father was grimacing at my brother as if he had just shut off the television during the Dallas Cowboys play-off game. In a hushed tone my mother said, ?But you?ll have to take care of him, and you?ll have to feed him every single day.? ?I know I have to do all that. He can be my responsibility,? brother whined. ?All right we?ll get a dog but only if you promise to take care of him,? my dad warned. ?I promise, Dad, just as long as I get the dog,? brother said, with a thrilled grin parked on his warm, peach face.