Yeah, the title's not that great. Actually, it's pretty suckish. It's my first try at writing, so please try not to mangle my self-esteem too much. I'm sorry it's so short, it looked a lot longer on Microsoft Word, I swear.
"Ooh…" the little girl cooed, staring at the tiny flakes of snow that landed on her pink nose. She stuck out her cherry red tongue and tried to catch some of them in her mouth. After tasting one, she frowned.
"What's wrong, Leaf?" the boy next to her asked, watching her frowning face. She turned to him with a disappointed look.
"It doesn't taste like sugar," she mumbled sadly. The boy laughed.
"Of course not! It's snow, not sugar," he explained. She huffed angrily, folding her tiny arms across her chest. Almost instantly, she brightened.
"Ooh, let's make a snowman Gary!" she cried, diving face first into the snow. Her tiny fists were hard at work making a base for the snowman. "Come on, help!" she shouted, turning towards the boy.
"You're doing it wrong! You're supposed to make a snowball first, and then roll it around," he instructed. The little girl ignored him and continued piling clumps of snow together.
"It doesn't matter how you make it. Either way, it comes out a snowman," she reminded him, cocking her head to the side.
"But this way makes it look nicer," Gary argued. Next thing he knew, there was a glob of melted snow in his face. "What was that for?" the little girl giggled.
"You weren't helping. Lazy people get punished," she said. The boy rolled his eyes. "Why don't you make your snowman your way, and I'll make mine my way?" she suggested.
"Fine. But mine will come out better!" the boy set off making a snowball, while the girl frantically clumped more snow together. Half an hour later, both children were exhausted and sweaty. The little girl wiped a pink gloved hand across her sweaty forehead.
"I finished one part of the snowman," she huffed.
"Me too." The boy added, glancing at his own huge snowball. "Why don't we combine ours, and make one giant snowman?" The girl perked up, a smile on her red face.
"Okay!" she agreed. The two picked up Leaf's snowball, and hefted it on top of Gary's. They made a small head for the snowman, and Leaf managed to find some rocks for the eyes and mouth. Gary stuck two twigs into the snowman's sides, making it appear as if he had arms.
"Done!" he announced, stepping back to admire their work.
"Not yet." Leaf shook her head, then removed her mint green hat and placed it onto the snowman's head. She wrapped her matching scarf around it. "Now he won't be cold," she said happily.
"But he's a snowman. They don't get cold," Gary reminded her. Before they could start another argument on the body temperatures of snowmen, a voice announced that there was hot chocolate ready.
"Chocolate!" the children cried simultaneously, rushing into the warm house, leaving a smiling snowman with a slightly askew hat to guard the front yard.
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