The Snowman

Every now and then the perfect snowman is built. You know the sort…perfectly round body, expertly positioned arms, and perfectly balanced black top hat. That snowman never stays for long because there are so many people in the world building snowmen that it’s not fair to other builders if it stays for too long in the same place.

It doesn’t really seem fair to the snowman though. Being perfectly created and loved for just a brief moment before the perfection fades and it melts with the morning thaw. That’s was Agatha thought at least. And she was determined to do something about it.

Agatha was probably the only person in the world, so she thought, that could help the snowman so that it wouldn’t have to go away. Now, Agatha was only six years old and didn’t understand that maybe the snowman left because it loved putting smiles on everyone’s faces and the only way to do that was to leave. That never crossed her mind as she pulled down her box of crayons and paper from the shelf on her wall and set to work.

She drew her yard and the perfect snowman sitting in the middle of it. Then she tried to remember the words her mom used when she resurected their dog, cat, fish, bird, and turtle that Agatha accidently killed while copying her mom last summer. Oh yeah, and her dad too. She waved her hands over her picture and the words she remembered and added some she thought just sounded nice. Suddenly there was a puff of white smoke in front of her and the picture was gone. She was so proud of herself…that was until she heard screams coming from the backyard.

“AGATHA ELIZABETH GOOSEBERRY!!” her mother screamed from the yard. “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU …”

Agatha covered her ears trying to drown out the screams and her mother’s complaints. She walked down stairs to get it over with though and opened the door to the backyard. Her mother stormed over to her and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out to the lawn.

“WHY!” Her mother pointed at the screaming snowman.

“I…I…I just wanted the perfect snowman to live forever.” Agatha started to cry listening to the snowman screaming.

Her father walked away shaking his head. Her mother stared at her daughter for a moment, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Not in Aruba.”

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