Early the next morning, again right after the Littlest
Snowflake had fallen asleep, another bang jolted him awake. The children ran out the door and gathered up
their buckets and shovels.
This time they were joined by their father because
the mound of snow was getting too high for the smallest children to empty their
buckets. They all filled their buckets
and ran to the mound.
“What’s that, dad?” asked the youngest child.
And there, stuck to the big pile of snow with a long stick, was a piece of paper. The father grabbed the paper and read it.
“Well, kids,” he said, “It’s from the City. It says building the snowman is a public
nuisance and a safety hazard. This is an
order to cease building our snowman.”
The children all dropped their buckets and hung their head in sadness, because they had been building giant snowmen for several years. It made them happy, and folks came from all over town to take pictures of the snowmen. It made everybody happy.
The children and their dad trudged back into their house,
where they spent the day sitting on the couch and watching television, instead of being outdoors in the fresh air.
The hours passed and the light left the yard where the big
pile of snow sat forlornly incomplete.
All the snowflakes were sad and felt very sorry for the disappointed
children.
They missed the fun of being carried around by the laughing
children.
Several days passed in great sadness. Many people brought their children to the
yard to see the snowman, but there was only a mound of snow. Not only were the families disappointed, but
the snowflakes in the yard had no heart to play as they usually did.
To be continued...
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