As the sun began to shine a little warmer, the Snowman began to look worried. He saw the piles of snow shrinking, turning into puddles. He looked at Sia with his deep, dark coal eyes and felt his heavy snow-chest beat with fear. He didn't want to leave her.
Sia wasn't sad, though. She knew that the best snowmen, the ones who dance and love, never truly leave. They just wait, in the cold, for the next time the world turns white. If you enjoyed this, I can: Make a Create a different, magical storyline Add more characters Let me know what you think! How-To Build a Snowman | Step by Step for Kids!! SiaВ Snowman
When the morning sun broke through the clouds, the snowman was gone. In his place was only a wet, shimmering patch of white, and the red scarf lying on the grass. As the sun began to shine a little
Sia brought him an umbrella to shade him from the sun, but she knew it was a losing battle. The snow was melting. The red scarf was getting damp. He didn't want to leave her
Sia loved him, but she knew the secret of winter—it never lasts.
“Don't cry,” he seemed to say, his snowy breath misting in the air, “just know that I’ll be here forever.”