“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
