Snowman Monologue

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!

I began to become very nervous and paranoid that the snowman was just going to pop out of no where, and come attack me but it didn't, so I started to gain hope back.

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

over six feet tall. All I could think of how he would've made himself bigger, was if he packed even more snow onto his body. But the only problem was for him, was that he only had sticks for arms, and that he couldn't have done zit himself. But right ow that didn't matter. He was right in front of me, and was about to eat me. When I got back into reality he was on top of me, and was eating me. I didn't know what to do, to try and stop him, so I started to punch him fiercely in the nose and face, but it didn't seem to do any damage. As soon as I knew it, I was already inside the snowman with my cat, which was still alive as well as me. The snowman was walking around the forest when he must have started to melt, because it started to become slush inside his belly. Before I knew it, It had melted and my cat and I were safely out of the snowman, and walking around. Although we were both a bit dazed, we were still alright. But I had wondered how the snowman had melted so quick, but then I found out that my dad had been spraying a high velocity of hot water on it. I had no one else to thank than him. When everything was done, and all the commotion had seceded, I went back to living a regular life with my family. But I would never forget how I was eaten by a snowman.