The snowman opened his eyes to two small children. A boy and a girl standing in front of me. Dressed in fluffy jackets, mittens, and the cutest little knit caps, they were the most adorable children ever. Giggling they pressed a black hat his head.
"What do you think this snowman is missing", the boy asked the girl.
"A nose," the tiny girl cried and she pulled a carrot out of her pocket to place it on the snowman's face.
"There, that's better," she said. Then the door to a house opened and a woman poked her head out to call the children back inside.
The snowman was left alone to his own thoughts. He looked at the very tip of his nose. The carrot just didn't seem right. A carrot was way to long for a nose. The snowman thought about the children's cute button noses. He wanted a nose like that too.
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There had to be some way to find the perfect nose. He picked a leaf off a nearby twig and placed it where the carrot had been. No, that didn't seem to be right either. Much to flat and before long the leaf crumbled into brown mush.
The snowman slid across the snow along the street. He picked up a pine cone. This wasn't a good nose either, much to spiky. Next, he tried a rock, but it wasn't very pretty. Then, he tried pine needles. Turns out they were much to flimsy.
Then a bright blue jacket lying on the ground caught the snowman's attention. He picked it up gingerly to look for buttons. There were some navy colored snap buttons and the snowman pulled one off to test out.
It was not an awful nose, but it was a little small. The button lacked the qualities of a good nose. How would he ever find the right nose? It was hopeless.
The snowman returned to the place where the children had made him. He had only been there for a few minutes before the children came back outside to
As Jonas reached the top of the hill, the chill seemed to grow from his bones. Jonas and Gabe climbed onto the red sled from the memory. He clutched Gabe closer as the sled gained speed and the trees flew by. A few feet from the base of the snowy hill, the sled broke on impact with a rock. Jonas staggered out of the snow, trying to rub warmth into the newchild, who had begun to shiver violently.
to get the necklace and has a better life; she decides to kill the snowman for their fur in
Evidence: “… but Snowball whisked it free just in time. Then he put on an extra spurt and with a few inches to spare, slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more.”
“He wiped his glasses and adjusted them on his button nose. The frame had made a deep, pink V on the bridge.” Whenever, Piggy is talked about, there is always a description of the pig. “Button nose” refers to the button like nose, he and a pig share. The boys cannot look beyond his appearance demonstrating the idea that the boys do not accept him as a human being and shows his lack of identity and worth as well as the fact it is an animal that is hunted and killed on the island; a parallel to Piggy's fate. Pigs are slaughtered and eaten because they are inferior to us. They are inferior as they aren’t nice to look at and no one wants them. According to these points, Piggy cannot yet be classified as a hero as he hasn’t demonstrated any noble qualities but is just seen as a social outcast, almost a caricature of a school nerd. His attitude and disabilities often limit him to achieve his true
When the man starts this journey he is unaware of the fate that Mother Nature has in store for him. The weather is seventy five below zero, his beard is frozen and caked in amber icicles from spitting his dip out. The longer the man walks his cheeks start to get frost bit and he rubs them to attempt to keep the feeling, he continues to push forward brushing the problem off not thinking anything about it.” Bit painful, that was all; they were never serious.” (3). Sublime to the slow effects the weather is having on him, he stops around noon for a lunch break. Instead of immediately building a f...
He fig-ured that the normal half hour walk home might take as long as two hours in snow this deep. And then there was the wind and the cold to contend with. The wind was blowing across the river and up over the embankment making the snow it carried colder and wetter than the snow blanketing the ground. He would have to use every skill he’d learned, living in these hills, to complete the journey without getting lost, freezing to death, or at the very least ending up with a severe case of frostbite be-fore he made it back to Ruby.
Once upon a time, there were three mice. These mice had names. I knew these mice very dearly, and can tell anyone anything they want to know about the mice. One time they in a fight with a cat, and that is the story I am here to tell you about, so this is their story… One of their names was Knox, a dark gray, shaggy, and greasy-haired mice. He loved eating cheese.
snow from a tree blots out the fire and the character realizes "he had just
The Abominable Snowman is a creature that has fascinated humans for hundreds of years. He originates from stories in ancient civilizations, stories that parents would tell their young children to keep them from wandering off. When explorers started claiming to see a massive “snow beast” or “snow monster”, the Abominable Snowman, or the Yeti, quickly became something more. Taller than the average man, the Yeti is said to have long ape-like limbs, and a thick coat of white fur that covers his entire body. The Yeti walks the thin tightrope between fantasy and reality, but with so many eye witness reports that swear their life on his existence, he is hard to just dismiss.
It’s time. It’s finally come to my attention that at last, I choose to finally expose the horrors and uselessness of what we know as “busy work.” If there’s one everlasting imprint sunken deep down in my temporal lobe, it’s during my prepubescent years: my introduction to the phenomenal human biology. Every bright and early morning, at exactly 7:00 am, this one class ravaged my entire mindset for the rest of the day.
When the narrator introduced the main character of the story, the man, he made it clear that the man was in a perilous situation involving the elements. The man was faced with weather that was 75 degrees below zero and he was not physically or mentally prepared for survival. London wrote that the cold "did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold."(p.1745) At first when the man started his journey to the camp, he felt certain that he could make it back to camp before dinner. As the trip progressed, the man made mistake after mistake that sealed his fate. The man's first mistake was to step into a pool of water and soak his legs to the knees. This blunder forced the man to build a fire to dry his wet socks and shoes so his feet would not freeze and become frostbitten. When the man began to build a fire he failed to notice that he was doing so under a large, snow laden spruce tree where he was getting his firewood. When the man had a small fire that was beginning to smolder the disturbance to the tree caused the snow to tumble to the ground and extinguish the fire. "It was his own fault or, rather, his mistake. He should not have built the fire under the spruce tree. He should have built it in the open."(1750).
I stepped out of the chilly November air and into the warmth of my home. The first snowfall of the year had hit early in the morning, and the soft, powdery snow provided entertainment for hours. As I laid my furry mittens and warm hat on the bench to dry, I was immediately greeted with the rich scent of sweet apple pie, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and the twenty-pound turkey my mother was preparing for our Thanksgiving feast.
Today the walking paths and the roads would have to be shoveled but that would not take too long, this snowfall was light. There had been plenty of snow this winter which made Stewart very happy. He loved the snow. When there was new snow he was always willing to help shovel it from the paths if someone asked for help.
One day I wished to visit the snowman in my snowglobe upon a shooting star. I awoke in a gingerbread house in a snowglobe filled with water. Rising slowly, a cold hand grabbed the back of my leg and dragged me down. I kick then the hand released gasping for air at the top were the air bubble was. I looked down and sow the snowman trying to come after me, but weighed down by his size.
about a snowman he once stole he says “I wanted him, a mate with a