The Snowman's Story

The kids who'd built the Legion of Snowmen retreated to a slope and were sledding down on saucers and red tobogans. One was laying in the snow drift, his fur slowly being covered in a layer of fresh flakes. I kept a keen eye out for anyone without gloves or with just one. In the same telltale green I had now in my hand. Almost certainly school would be cancelled tomorrow and there would be pancakes for breakfast and more adventures in the snow. The baker on her day off was going to bake. Oh well, I was looking forward to it already.