One morning, Zura and I awoke to hear a strange whistling noise coming from outside. It couldn’t be the postman, because his whistling sounds jolly and not so spooky at all. We looked out the window and saw what was making the whistling sound. It was the snowy breath of Winter air, covering everything in our town so that it made everything quiet. But we weren’t quiet when we saw the snow. “SNOW!” we cried, high-fiving each other. “Oh boy, I can’t believe it snowed overnight!” I cried, “We’re going to do all the stuff kids do when it snows outside.” “Like…build snowmen?” asked Zura. “You bet!” I said. “And make snowballs to use in snowball fights?” “Sure.” “And make snow angels?” “Oh yes!” I cried.
We brushed our teeth and raced downstairs to have our breakfast. It was cornflakes. The grownups had toast. “What’s all the rush?” asked Palm. “It snowed!” I shouted with glee. “I can’t believe it! Woohoo!” cried Zura. “I know you’re all excited,” Palm laughed, “Now eat up your breakfast. You don’t want to be late for school.” “Where’s Mum?” I asked. “Mum’s been on the phone two times this morning.” said Palm, “I heard she’s been on the phone with Shamalama. Now she’s on the phone with Mr Bonehead.” As we started on our cornflakes, Mum was really speaking to Mr Bonehead on the phone. “Yes, it’s alright with me. What? You mean the snow’s blocked the school entrance? Okay, I’ll let everyone know. Yeah, it’s alright. See you later. Bye!” Mum put down the phone and walked up to the breakfast table.
“Well, guys, sounds like you’re having a snow day.” said Mum. “Really?” I asked. “School’s closed because of the snow, so how would you like to spend the day playing in it?” “Yeah!” we cried, and we high-fived each other yet again. “Kids these days. Full of energy, they are.” laughed Palm. “What will you be doing whilst we’re playing in the snow?” I asked. “We’re going to be shovelling the snow away from the front door.” said Mum. “Finish your breakfast like good kids before you go out and play.”
After breakfast, the big moment came. We put on our hats and scarves and coats and Winter boots, and ran outside with our sledge towards the park. All the playground equipment was covered with snow, and there were children playing everywhere. We saw Princess and Heart sledging downhill. We saw Bea and Jock making a snowman. We saw Winston trying to dig for treasure in the snow, which made us laugh. First, we sledged down the hill. The Winter wind whipped our hair and bandages as we screamed and yelled with delight riding down the hill. I was sitting behind Zura, and I held onto him as the cold wind blew in my face. At last, the sledge hit a rock, and we were sent tumbling head over heels in the snow. We got up, laughing in joy. Next, we lay back down on the snow and made snow angels. Making a snow angel is very simple, really - you just have to lie down and wave your arms and legs up and down to make a white cotton gown and beautiful golden wings - except the gold and cotton are never to be found anywhere. The only cottony softness exists in the snow, and it was very soft and cold against our skin.
Not long afterward, we decided to have a snowball fight. We made snowballs and threw them at each other, ducking and dodging and trying to avoid every single throw. We hid behind snow-covered walls to avoid the snowballs coming straight at us like they did in the army. Zura was trying her best to avoid my snowballs, but she fell over and almost slid towards the icy pond, but someone caught her just in time. It was Alvin! “You know, a snowball fight could be very dangerous.” he said. “Why’s that, Bluey?” asked Zura. “Because of the frozen pond! Don’t you see? The pond is frozen solid, and if anyone pretends to slide on it the ice might crack, and then you’ll be trapped under the ice forever!” I shuddered just thinking about being entombed in an ice cube for all eternity. “Gee, I don’t think we’d go on the pond then.” I said. “Why don’t we build a snowman instead?” “Yes! A snowman!” cried Alvin.
Alvin helped us make a snow lion. He and Zura rolled lumps of snow towards the hill, the lumps getting bigger and bigger until they became snowballs, while I tried to find sticks and lumps of coal to make the snowdog’s arms, eyes and mouth. We made cylinder shapes to make the body and head, and we made cylinder ears and a snout too. We drew lines around his face, and put the coal lumps onto his face, making the eyes and nose. We had made a Snow Duane! Alvin laughed seeing this. “He looks just like Dad!” he laughed. “If only your father could see it now!” smirked Zura, trying to hold back a laugh, but she let out a giggle anyway, and soon we were all laughing.
“No laughing matter,” said a tough voice, disrupting our laughter. It was Roger, the school bully. He was wearing his bad boy Winter clothing, all black with tattoos on them. “Oh, hi, Roger,” said Zura nervously, “Have you come to kick our snowman to pieces?” “Not likely,” said Roger, “I’ve come to challenge you to a race to the pond.” “But we’re not allowed to go there,” I said, “The ice might break underneath us.” “Ah, who cares,” said Roger, “Either you race downhill with me with your pitiful sledge, or I take away all your sweets in the sweet jar back ‘ome.” I screamed and ran behind Zura’s legs, shivering. “How dare you threaten to punch our little sister, she’s too sweet and innocent!” growled Zura. “You’re ruining our snow day!”
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