Once upon there was a headless Snowman. He was stood there in the field alone. Tightly wrapped up in a big ball and cold as anything. Minding his own business, not troubling anyone.

And then the three of them saw him. And they ran up to him and they kicked him, and they beat him, and they hurt him, and then like callous bullies and cowards they quickly ran off leaving him there to bear the scars of his wounds.

Poor old Mister Headless Snowman.