The snowman

“Gather around the fireplace kids,” Grandpa said. “It's time I tell you a story, as my grandfather told me on a winter day long ago just like this very one’’.
“It was a cold snowy day and me and my friends decided to make the biggest and creepiest snowman in town,” Grandpa stared into all his grandchildren’s eyes, then he continued. “It took us many hours. We spent every day after school for two weeks working on it. Packing and packing piles and piles of snow. It was our last day working on it, Christmas Eve. I was the last one to add the last chunk of snow. We stepped back. It was the largest snowman you would have ever seen.
That night, when the whole town was asleep, everybody suddenly woke up to alarms from cars and shops in town going off. Everybody in town was awake, all looked out of their windows at the same time and we saw that it was the snowman we built. It was breaking into shops, smashing cars, and destroying the town.
“Help” someone cried. We looked on top of the head of the snowman and there was the top hat we never placed on his head. But how did it get there we wondered?
How it got there I guess we will never know.

Story by Christian Wade, 10, Montpelier, Main Street Middle School, submitted by Lauren Chabot