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It was morning and as soon as he opened his eyes, James knew it would be a
magical day... it was SNOWING!
He dressed quickly, he ate the breakfast and then at last he was
outside making giant footprints in the snow and throwing snowballs. He
began to roll a huge snowball and suddenly had an idea. The best thing to
do would be to make a... SNOWMAN. A big, big body. A quick lunch-no time to
stop! A big round head. Coal eyes, a tangerine nose, a hat and a scarf and
last of all... James drew a mouth with his finger. His snowmen was finished
and it was smiling.
Soon it was time to go to bed ...but it's hard to sleep when you're
thinking of a snowman outside, all alone. James got up and went out into
the night. The day had been special... but this was magical. The snowman
waved, raised his hat and walked towards the house. James took the
snowman's hand and they went indoors. Ordinary snowman never go inside a
house but this snowman wanted to see everything. The fridge was the best,
it was cold, just how snowmen like it!
Upstairs, Mum and Dad were fast asleep.
The snowman tried everything, including Mum's perfume, which nearly
made him... sneeze! The snowman danced to a music box and played with
James's toys. Mum and Dad didn't wake up. Back outside they rode through
the fields and forests on Dad's motorbike. But the snowman needed to be
cold and the motorbike made his legs very hot. So James took the snowman to
the big freezer and soon, the snowman's legs were mended. Then suddenly the
snowman stopped smiling and listened.
Then he began to run across the snow. James ran with him, he caught
the snowman's hand and... all at once... they were walking in the air...
looking far below... holding very tight... and flying across the world.
When at last they landed, the snowman led James through dark, dark woods...
until they came upon the most amazing sigh that James could have ever
imagined. All the snowmen and snow-women in the world had come for a party!
And there was Father Christmas! He gave James a present and a hug.
Then they all ate and drank and danced and danced... and
danced...until it was time to go home. The flew back the same way they had
come...and soon they landed safely in James's garden. The snowman stood
where James had first made him but then James ran back, gave him one last
hug.
Next morning the sun was shining. James leapt out of bed, rushed down
the stairs and out through the door to see his very special snowman. He
couldn't believe his eyes as he walked towards a heap of melted snow, and a
hat, scarf, tangerine and some pieces of coal. James felt in his dressing
gown pocked and pulled out a snowman scarf-his present, given to him by
Father Christmas, far away on one magical night.
ALEXANDRA FODOREAN
CLASS a VI-a A
Lic. Informatica "Tiber |