The Littlest Snowflake, Chapter Five

“Did you stay up all night to build Snowzilla?”  asked one man.

“I don’t know how it got here,” answered the father with wonder on his face.  

 All the children in the neighborhood came to marvel at the giant snowman.  

“It’s bigger this year, isn’t it, Mr. Powers?” said one.

“Yes, it is.  It looks to be about twenty-five feet high,” said Mr. Powers.

“Did you hear about the protest at City Hall?”   Mr. Powers said he hadn’t and the man told him that  about a dozen three-foot-high snowmen were picketing the front of entrance of City Hall.  He said they were carrying signs that read “Snowmen have rights” and “Heck no, we won’t go” and “Snowzilla needs a bailout.”  

 

Snowzilla’s picture was on the front page of the newspaper under the banner headline:  “Revenge of Snowzilla.”  On the editorial page, the newspaper printed dozens of letters that chastised the city for trying to stop the building of Snowzilla. 

From his perch atop the carrot nose (he’d finally learned what it was he was resting on), the Littlest Snowflake looked down and felt happy.  He was proud to be a small part of this snowman that brought smiles to the faces of children and adults.

All day long people asked Mr. Powers how he had managed to build Snowzilla in one night, because the preceding Snowzillas had taken weeks.   Mr. Powers said he didn’t know how Snowzilla had been built so quickly.  Again and again ,he answered their questions, denying any knowledge of how it happened.

 

Finally, weary of the questions from visitors and reporters, Mr. Powers smiled and told them the truth: 

“There must have been some magic in that old top hat of his…”

The End

The Littlest Snowflake, Chapter Two

At first, the Littlest Snowflake was afraid of the big, noisy truck that snatched up many of his new friends.

But then he heard all the snowflakes in the street giggling and laughing as the truck scooped them up and swirled them around and around in the big shiny plow blade.

Hundreds and hundreds of snowflakes laughed until their sides hurt as they came tumbling out the large end of the snowplow blade.  When they rolled out onto the sidewalk, they all stuck together in big, round balls, as snowflakes will do. 

One of the round balls rolled past the Littlest Snowflake, and he jumped aboard, hanging on tightly as the ball rolled several feet before coming to a stop. 

After the big truck left, the snowflakes began to settle down to sleep for the day. 

Suddenly, a loud bang woke them up!

 Five children rushed from the door of a nearby house.  Immediately, the children gathered up buckets and shovels and even an old wheelbarrow, and began to gather up the snowflakes.  

They loaded bucket after bucket with snow, carried the buckets to the front of the yard, and dumped the snowflakes in a pile that grew higher and higher.

All day long the children worked piling up the snow.  Finally, the light began to fade and the tired, hungry children went inside their house for the night.

The Littlest Snowflake watched all this activity from the far corner of the yard.  He hoped the children would come and get the ball of snow he was riding on, and add it to the big pile on the other side of the yard.  That looked like fun, he thought, and he began to imagine all that he could see from on top of that mound of snow.

To be continued