The Littlest Snowflake, Chapter Four

Then one night, when it was very, very dark, the Littlest Snowflake felt his ball of snow rising from its resting place and moving.  It was too dark to see, but from all the whispers, the Littlest Snowflake soon understood what was happening. 

He felt gentle pressure patting and packing the snowflakes closer together.  The snowflakes right beneath him were moved aside and a long, dark shape appeared in their place. 

 

From somewhere very close, he recognized some of his cousins’ voices saying, “Aaaaaaahhh.  That feels nice…”  He felt something soft and fuzzy brush against him, then fall away.

 

The sky in the east began to turn from black to purple and then to gold, and the Littlest Snowflake settled down to sleep for the day.  Suddenly, one of the snowflakes cried, “They did it!  They did it!”  

 

The Littlest Snowflake opened his eyes and looked.  He was far, far above the ground and could see all around the neighborhood.    There was a moose and her baby munching on ornamental shrubbery in the next yard.   Rabbits were hopping all around and colorful birds were landing in the trees.

 

He looked down and saw that he was resting on a bright orange thing sticking out of the snowball. Right beneath that was a corncob pipe. 

There was a multi-colored scarf tied below his snowball, and two huge snowballs beneath that.  Big thick tree branches stuck out from either side of the middle snowball, and bright red gloves were on the end of each branch.

The Littlest Snowflake looked above him and saw two black buckets stuck in his ball of snow, and a big black stovepipe hat on the very top.  Wow, he thought.  I’m the king of the world.

 

Soon people began to gather and take pictures of the giant snowman.  Children ran around laughing and guessing how high the big snowballs were.

Then the  father came out of the house to see what all the fuss was about.  

 

To be continued...