There once was a girl, with a house made off sand. She was a scared little girl, always lost in this big land. She was always alone, and always lonely.
One day she went exploring, she needed more items for her house.
She stumbled across a snow filled land, so white and lovely.
She gathered the snow, forming snow balls of all sizes. She discovered if she pressed them all together, it'd make a large block of snow.
The little girl kept her snow blocks.
Later, she stumbled across a field of pumpkins; she thought they were lovely too.
She took one home, and set it inside her sand house, and began to carve a face into it. She smiled at her work, but the face looked strangely sad.
The little girl got an idea; she picked up the blocks of snow, placing on atop the other, and then set the pumpkin on top of them.
She jumped when the tower of snow and pumpkin began to move.
It moved closer to her, seeming to watch her curiously.
The little girl liked this being, she called him Snowy. They had much fun together, they played all day. She loved that he would leave snow trails all over her yard; she'd make snow angels and little sculptures with it.
She smiled, not feeling so lonely anymore.
But soon, it got dark, and the monsters came out. The little girl got scared, hearing a monster moan as it came closer to her house.
She yelped, seeing it appear in her yard. She quickly hid inside her house, scared of the creature of the dark.
Suddenly, the monster cried out in pain, and she looked up.
Her little snow friend was hurling many icy snowballs at it, attacking it and protecting her from it.
The little girl smiled as the monster fell, dead.
She stood up, not feeling as scared any more, and hugged the snow creature.
The being protected her every night, and played with her all day.
The little girl was happy that she wasn't alone anymore.
But one dark night, when the clouds were hiding the moon's light, the little girl heard the clanking of bones.
The snow being, as always, became alert and at the first sign of trouble, began to attack the skeleton.
The skeleton had none of those, and promptly began shooting arrows at the girl's friend.
The little girl saw this, and quickly ran inside and grabbed a small wooden sword. She dashed back out, but it was too late.
On the ground, lay broken snowballs and a smashed pumpkin.
She shook, angry and resentful at the skeleton for taking the life of her friend. She dashed at it, swiping her sword at it many times, and finally knocking it's bones apart. She panted, and dropped the sword.
The little girl walked back over to her friend and sat on the ground, and gently picked up the ruined pumpkin.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you..." She set the pumpkin back on the ground, sniffling softly.
The little girl was alone again.