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Derek lay in his bed, all snuggly
and warm. He heard the wind blowing outside his window. He was glad that
he was inside. He fell asleep knowing that when he woke up, the ground
would be covered with snow and he could build a huge snowman. He loved
making snowmen.
All night long it snowed. When he
woke up, he hurried and made his bed, ate his breakfast, and got dressed
in his snow boots, coat, hat and gloves. He couldn’t wait to build a big
snowman and make snow angels. He opened the front door and ran outside. He
stopped suddenly and looked around. Something was different and very
unusual. Instead of white, fluffy snow, the ground was covered with blue
snow.
He touched it. It felt like real
snow. He packed some of it into a snowball. It packed like real snow. He
picked some up and ate it. It tasted like real snow, but it was blue, the
same color blue that was in his swimming pool in the summer. How could
this be?
He started walking around in it,
making footprints with his boots. It made footprints and crunchy sounds
like real snow. He grabbed a handful and threw it up into the air. It
fluttered to the ground like real snow. It must be real snow!
Derek decided to make a snow angel.
He lay down on his back and started waving his arms and legs out to the
side, up and down, up and down. When he finished, he stood up and looked
at it. It was blue, but it was a snow angel. He started laughing. He liked
blue snow.
He made a snowball and started
rolling it around. It got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Soon he couldn’t
push it because it was so big. He left it there, made another snowball and
pushed it around, but didn’t make it as big as the first. He picked the
blue ball up and put it on top of the other one.
He rolled another snowball around to
make a head. He put it on top of the second ball. He stood back and looked
at it. It was a big, blue snowman. Derek started laughing. He’d never seen
a blue snowman before. It looked funny. He found a handful or rocks under
the snow. He carried them in his gloved hand and stuck them into the
snowman, making two eyes and a mouth. He ran into the back garden and
found an old carrot in the rubbish. It was a little limp and soggy, but
good enough to use for the snowman’s nose. He used two twigs for the arms.
When he was finished, he examined his blue snowman.
"Derek! Derek! It’s time to wake
up," his mother called. Derek sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. What
was he doing in bed? He had just been outside building a blue snowman.
"Time to get up, Derek. It snowed all night. I’ll bet you want to make a
snowman," she said, turning and leaving the room. "Get up and I’ll fix
breakfast and then you can go outside and play."
Derek ran over to the window. He
pulled the curtain open. It had snowed, but all the snow was white. He
smiled. It had only been a dream. There was no such thing as blue snow
after all, but he was still going to build a snowman and make a snow
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