Why I Hate Being a Snowman
I hate being a snowman. My existence is cruel. I was born two days ago. So far, I’ve made a lot of friends and made a lot of people smile. That makes me happy. The sun, however, has been peaking out from behind the clouds. This stresses me out. I’ve already become great friends with the neighborhood kids. One kid, Charlie, is my best friend. He changes my clothes several times a day and asks the other kids which outfit they like me in best. It’s like I’m having my own fashion show, complete with an audience.
What my friend Charlie doesn’t know though is that I may not be around much longer. I’m unable to speak so I can’t explain this to Charlie. It makes me depressed though. Charlie and I are great friends and there are lots of fun things left for us to do.
Having to leave my friends, like Charlie, is why I hate being a snowman. Damn the sun.
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