Snowman Monologue

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Sticking two black button eyes on our snowman, I turned and gave Charlie a high-five. "Finished!" I said. "And there's not a finer snowman in the whole neighborhood." But Charlie wasn't looking at me. He was staring at the snowman, his face almost as white. "D-d-d-did you s-s-s-see THAT?" he stammered. ... The snowman had eaten their cat! I couldn't believe it, but now at least I knew why my little brothers face was white. But how could it? I mean the snowman wasn't alive or anything, or at least as far as I knew. My little brother and I went off to the house, me not knowing to be surprised or scared. When my mom knew, she came outside with us to check out the snowman. It when we made it to where we had made he snowman before, it wasn't there! …show more content…

All i could think about though, was our poor cat, and how his life had to end by being eaten by a snowman that we had made. So technically we were the ones that had killed him. The only thing left to do now though, I guess, was to split up and go look for him, so it didn't do any more damage. Now that I was by myself out in the shallow woods of the back of my yard, I became nervous again that it was going to come and get me when I wasn't looking. All of the sudden when I was walking out of a small tree line, coming among a small frozen creek, I stopped and looked around for a moment. When it appeared that there was nothing there, I turned around, only to see the snowman standing there looking down at me. When we had built him though, he had barely been my little brothers height. But now he was easily

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