Pigsicle

Of course, I jokingly offered the girls our frozen pig. After wiping away the snow and rapping my knuckles on it to demonstrate that it was a solidly frozen pigsicle, the girls looked at each other in amazement and politely refused.

I was buried with only my snotty snout sticking out. I was frozen. I could become a pigsicle.

“I don't have to worry about my bed partner turning into a pigsicle any longer.”