The story tells about a boy who wakes up one morning and sees it's snowing outside, so he puts on his clothes and runs outside to make a snowman. Piece by piece he builds up the snowman until he's finished, and then he goes inside and goes toe sleep. Then he wakes up in the middle of the night and he goes outside, and there he finds out his snowman is alive. The snowman greets him and they go inside, they do lots of stuff and the boy shows his snowman things like the television, and a lamp and the stove (where the snowman almost melts) and he lets him eat ice and dress up in the clothes of the boys father and they play with balloons, the boy shows the snowman his dads car and the snowman lies down in the fridge, and they eat something together and then the snowman wants to show the boy something... He takes the boy outside and he holds his hand and they start running faster and faster until they fly, and they fly to the city and there they see the sun is coming up again, so they have to go back home. They fly back home and they say goodbye and the boy goes to sleep again. But when he wakes up he runs outside to meet his new friend the snowman... he finds out the snowman has melted.
And I used to cry every time we read that story, because I had liked the snowman so much and I felt so bad for the boy. (yeah, I was five or something)
But it's really sad. Poor boy. Poor snowman. :'(
((hugs))
