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Bash! Bash! Slam! Molly woke up in a hot sweat. She couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep or where that awful noise was coming from. She carefully looked out the window and saw one of the snowmen she had made moving around. Molly was so shocked her eyes didn’t leave Tom the snowman.
A few minutes later their eyes connected and he said “Hokey pokey, would you like to play tag with me?” Molly had to think for a minute, a talking snowman? But she didn’t care. She put on her gloves, scarf, snuggly boots and raced out the front door.
Brrrr, it was so cold outside Molly found herself jogging on the spot. Together we walked playing tag down the road, passed the shops and around the block until we ended up back at home. Molly was so exhausted she crept back inside and slouched into the couch.
Molly drifted off to sleep when all of a sudden she was woken by a drip, drip, drip. As she looked out the window again Tom was slowly drowning into a puddle on the doorstep. Tears filled her eyes when all of a sudden small flakes of white began to gather in the air. “I will make you again tomorrow Tom”