Snow man

Snow Man

“Pass the ball, Rebbeca” shouted Mistal she was waving her hands to show she was open. As Rebbeca tossed the ball over the volleyball net  Mistal held her hands high waiting for the ball.

“Got ya” yelled a boy grabbing the ball right before it reached Mistal’s hands.

“Give it back” replied Mistal as she started chasing the boy, Mark, across the beach. “We have to finish our volleyball game.”

Suddenly the ball deflated as Rebbeca came over panting and pointing to Mark.

“You are going to be in so much trouble” said Rebbeca panting heavily. Mistal and Rebbeca  walked to the end of the beach looking for Mark’s parents to tell the disaster he made.

As they walked along the beach they could hear the waves crashing. Their toes prickled as the freezing cold water crashed over their feet. The sun beat down on them glaring at their eyes.

“What’s over there?” asked Mistal. She was pointing to the far end of the beach. At the end of the beach only one and single beach chair was their. And on that chair was-

“Is that a snowman !”continued Mistal. “I think we should go back.” gasped Rebbeca.

“At the beach!”

“Oh come on.It’ll be fun” reassured Rebbeca.

Together Mistal and Rebbeca. walked over to the snowman. They stopped about five feet away away from the snowman and stared in awe.

“Hello there child. I’m Sinny the Snowman” beamed the snowman.

“Arre yyyou a sssnowmman in summer?!” trembled Mistal.

“Yes indeed I am.” claimed the snowman. “In fact it all a long story. You see I am a snowman that can only survive in summer not winter. And I am alive because some weird guy named, Mark I believe, sprinkled some sand on me because he was scared. Oh, and could you do me a favor by helping me a find a way through winter, ...please? You’re the only ones I’ve spoke to all day.” He pleaded with a commanding smile.

There was a long silence.

“Sure....” hesitated Rebbeca breaking the silence.

Rebbeca and Mistal took Sinny to their house. They all agreed it would be best to hide in their backyard until they found a solution for Sinny.

The backyard was huge and gorgeous. The grass was greener than ever and nicely cut. There was even a swing set with uneven bars.

They all sat down on the lawn and began staring at each other,thinking.

“Wait a minute how did you become a snowman in the first place in summer?”wondered Mistal.

“I told you someone named, Mark I think, sprinkled some sand on me by accident because he was scared” reminded Sinny.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking” asked Rebbeca as a smile spread across her face.

“Well I don’t know are thinking about cheese pizza?” questioned Mistal.

Rebbeca slapped her forehead. “No, I was thinking if some sand made made Sinny alive in summer maybe some more sand will make him alive in winter again. And then when summer approaches again we could sprinkle some more sand on him to make Sinny alive in Summer again!”

“That’s a great idea!” agreed Sinny the snowman.

“Okay, Mistal go get a bucket of sand, while I talk with Sinny. Got it?”

“I dunno if its really gonna work,” stated Mistal. She let out a sigh. “Well let’s see.”

Rebbeca said she and Mistal were quickly going to sprinkle some sand on Sinny. If it worked he would start melting. If he did start melting, Rebbeca would sprinkle some more sand on him to get him back to normal.

When Mistal came back they tried it and it worked. So every time a new season came they would sprinkle some more sand on him. And as long as Sinny stayed with Rebbeca and Mistal he would be fine. As long as they stayed near the beach, but that was years later to worry about. Anyway he just needed some special sand....