Once upon a time, in the merry ol' state of Missouri, a group of plucky, adventurous kids huddled together in the heart of winter; their hearts ablaze with excitement. Now, if you're thinking Missouri is all about the Gateway Arch, Barbecue, and the Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn, then you're missing out on the coolest (literally!) thing about it - ice skating! As the frosty Missouri winds whistled, the children of this magical state laced up their shiny ice skates, their cheeks rosy with a blend of cold air and bubbling anticipation. Leading the pack was their whimsical, and slightly odd, guide - Frosty McTwinkletoes, a snowman who loved summers and was bizarrely unaffected by heat. Frosty, with his sparkling blue ice skates and a scarf that was far too long for anyone's good, was a champion on the ice. He was as graceful as an icicle cascading from a rooftop, and as swift as a snowball in a blizzard. Yes, he was also as silly as his name. Every winter, under the Missouri moonlight, Frosty and the kids would glide across the glassy frozen lakes. They sketched stories on the ice canvas, danced with the Arctic wind, and chased the elusive Northern Lights. There were pirouettes, daring leaps, and sometimes even hilarious icy tumble-and-roll moments! Then they’d burst into peals of laughter, their giggles echoing across the winter landscape and bouncing off Frosty's carrot nose. If you ever visit Missouri in winter, and hear laughter bouncing off the frosty air, you'll know Frosty McTwinkletoes and his squad of ice-skating angels are having another night of icy escapades. Who said Missouri was all about heat and barbecues? It's the chill and ice skates, my friend!