Death of a Snowman...a play in three acts



Opening his eyes, thick with frost, he heard a boy chuckle. He tried to turn his head and see his youthful creator, but alas, he was too slow, hearing only an exhuberant "Welcome to Snowville, Mr. 35th Circle Snowman!" as the voice trailed off into the backyard to work some mischief. A slightly rotund monochrome feline gazed at him curiously.



35th Circle Snowman took some time to commune with nature, taking in the winter wonderland of his new home; he listened to chirping birds and a snoring hound dog as the sun's rays traveled across his back. "What a nice neighborhood!" he thought to himself, sighing in contentment as he caught snowflakes on his head. The dog rolled off the couch, waking with a grunt. He eyed the snowman suspiciously.



Making himself at home, the snowman introduced himself to his new neighbors, who seemed surprised, yet happy to see him standing there. "Didn't expect to see you here this time of year!" mentioned one, as he hurried back inside to throw on another layer of clothing.



As he awoke the next morning, 35th Circle Snowman felt that something was wrong...his back was sore and his head grew heavy. "I'll just learn over here for awhile," he puffed, "maybe a fresh breeze will do me some good!" The dog chased the cat into the garage.



Snow was a distant memory now, as rain beat down upon his brow. Green grass and cement driveways now stood where his wintery domain once flourished. Hardly half the size he had once been, he looked down on the only other remnant, resigning himself to his fate. Inside, the boy wondered if the snow day would be added onto the end of the year. The dog wondered if he was going to finish that muffin.

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