Charlies Narrative
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 white.
"D-d-d-did you s-s-s-see THAT?" he stammered.
"What are you talking about?" I said. "I didn't see anything." It was true. I did not have the slightest idea what Charlie was all worked up about. We were just trying to build a snowman. It had been the first day we had gotten any kind of snow all winter. How could anything weird like that happen? I looked over at Charlie who was still in a real panic.
"I saw it!" he yelled. "The snowman is alive!" I still did not have a clue what Charlie …show more content…
He said he would, but not in a very assuring tone. He still must have been shocked over seeing our snowman come to life. When Charlie arrived at my house, we both headed straight for the snowman. Nothing much had changed. In fact, it remained the same. I looked really closely at the snowman. It still looked like a plain old snowman. But went to get Charlie and tell him that the snowman was normal, he got that panicked look on his face and said that the snowman was alive. Now Charlie was beginning to drive me insane. It might have been a joke, but now he had taken things too …show more content…
Charlie had the idea that we light several matches and see how that would turn out. But when we tried that plan, our parents would not let us use as many as we needed. We were frying our brains trying to think up ideas for ways to get rid of our snowman, but none of them seemed to be brilliant enough to do the job.
The next day, Charlie came over again and I had come with an idea that could possibly work. We would both surround the snowman and try to pull out his arms. His arms were his main threat to the two of us because he had tried to strangle Charlie in one of our other plans. Charlie and I tried to grab the arms, but it was no use. The mad snowman was just too quick. Finally, I came up with a devious plan that I hoped would finally put an end to our living snowman. Instead of attacking him with fire, we would pour a bucket of hot water on him to melt him to the
"D-d-d-did you s-s-s-see THAT?" he stammered.
"What are you talking about?" I said. "I didn't see anything." It was true. I did not have the slightest idea what Charlie was all worked up about. We were just trying to build a snowman. It had been the first day we had gotten any kind of snow all winter. How could anything weird like that happen? I looked over at Charlie who was still in a real panic.
"I saw it!" he yelled. "The snowman is alive!" I still did not have a clue what Charlie …show more content…
He said he would, but not in a very assuring tone. He still must have been shocked over seeing our snowman come to life. When Charlie arrived at my house, we both headed straight for the snowman. Nothing much had changed. In fact, it remained the same. I looked really closely at the snowman. It still looked like a plain old snowman. But went to get Charlie and tell him that the snowman was normal, he got that panicked look on his face and said that the snowman was alive. Now Charlie was beginning to drive me insane. It might have been a joke, but now he had taken things too …show more content…
Charlie had the idea that we light several matches and see how that would turn out. But when we tried that plan, our parents would not let us use as many as we needed. We were frying our brains trying to think up ideas for ways to get rid of our snowman, but none of them seemed to be brilliant enough to do the job.
The next day, Charlie came over again and I had come with an idea that could possibly work. We would both surround the snowman and try to pull out his arms. His arms were his main threat to the two of us because he had tried to strangle Charlie in one of our other plans. Charlie and I tried to grab the arms, but it was no use. The mad snowman was just too quick. Finally, I came up with a devious plan that I hoped would finally put an end to our living snowman. Instead of attacking him with fire, we would pour a bucket of hot water on him to melt him to the