The First Snowman ever

Once there was a dog. He was just an ordinary dog, lying on the rug in front of the fireplace, chewing his master Corvin's shoes, and chasing the neighbor's cat, Mully. But there was something wierd going on that Winter day in December. Corvin's stuff was all packed in boxes and he cried every time he looked at his dog, Witch Boy. Witch Boy didn't understand what was going on; how could he? He was only a loyal dog. Then, the next day, Witch Boy woke up to the closing of the front door, as Corvin left the house. Quickly, Witch jumped up and ran to the door, but, alas, it was too late. Corvin was driving away, crying deeply, in a huge truck. Witch Boy paced the floor, then noticed the window was open. He jumped up and out, but the truck- and Corvin- were out of sight. Whimpering, Witch Boy,plopped down in the snow, causing a little snowball a boy had left there to roll down the hill which he was on. It grew bigger and bigger, and then PLOP! it stopped at the bottom of the hill. This gave Witch an idea. He could make a Corvin of his own! He jumped to his feet and made another giant snowball, a little smaller this time, so he could lift it on to the other one. Then, he made an even smaller one this time. After he'd lifted the smallest one up top, Witch Boy put two buttons for the eyes, pieces of coal for buttons, and sticks for arms. But it still didn't look like Corvin, so Witch Boy added a scarf and hat. There. All done. He sighed, and lay down to sleep. Just then, three boys rounded the corner, talking. Then they spotted the the man made of snow and ran home to tell their parents. News soon spread about the 'snowman', as they called it. All the children in town started building ones just like Witch's, and it wasn't long before the newspaper found out. And, Witch, the 'snowman dog', spent the rest of his life making snowmen with the boys and drinking hot chocolate with them.

THE END