The Snowman

The Snowman

He stood as silent and white as the snow. His blue eyes were triangle-shaped. They were old tiles from a wall or floor. One eye hung close to his carrot nose. A large old comb had become his mouth. The uneven teeth made it appear as though he were frowning. Inside, however, the snowman was smiling. He was alive. “ My, how cold it is today, ” the snowman exclaimed happily.

“ Woof! How can you be happy that it’s cold?” barked Dog. Even Dog’s fur could not keep him warm. “ What do you mean?” Snowman was confused. “ Everyone loves the cold winter. Just look at those children! ” Three boys were having a snowball fight. Other children rode down a hill on sleds.

They were all shouting with joy. “ See? The cold makes everyone feel alive! ” said Snowman. “ Woof! Not everyone likes the cold. ” Dog lifted his head toward the shining sun. The sun’s rays beamed down on the icy snow. Drops of water formed where the warm rays touched the snow.

“ What is that?” Snowman asked as he looked up at the sky. Snowman did not feel comfortable. “ It is called the sun, ” Dog answered. “ See how it glows? It can melt away all this snow. ” “ Melt? That sounds horrible, ” gasped Snowman. “ I won’t let it melt me. ” Dog barked and barked. It sounded as though he were laughing. “ We’ll see about that! ” Dog said nastily.

Turning around three times, Dog went inside his doghouse. Snowman continued to watch the playful children. “ I wish I could slide the way they do, ” he thought to himself. All day, Snowman stood still and silent. He did not dare look up at the sky. He knew Sun was there staring at him.