“Come with me,” the Snowman seemed to whisper. “Let’s go where the snow never melts.”
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. SiaВ Snowman
Sia loved him, but she knew the secret of winter—it never lasts. “Come with me,” the Snowman seemed to whisper
He knew they couldn't stay. He looked at her one last time, his smile slightly crooked as his face started to melt, holding onto the memory of her warmth. The red scarf was getting damp
For weeks, they were inseparable. The Snowman didn't just sit there. When the moon was high and the world was quiet, he would dance on his stick legs, turning in circles, leaving little twig marks in the snow.
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.
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!!