The girls spent all afternoon making their snowman. They gave him sticks for arms and a carrot for a nose. Older boys watched from a distance. They threw snowballs and threatened to knock the snowman down.
The girls ran home, crying.
That night it snowed, and the snowman grew bigger.
Next morning the girls came back. They were frightened of the bullies, but never saw them again. No one did.
The snowman watched, silent and impassive.
Then spring came, and the snowman melted to slush. People said it had the consistency of thick treacle, and a rancid odour pervaded it.
The girls ran home, crying.
That night it snowed, and the snowman grew bigger.
Next morning the girls came back. They were frightened of the bullies, but never saw them again. No one did.
The snowman watched, silent and impassive.
Then spring came, and the snowman melted to slush. People said it had the consistency of thick treacle, and a rancid odour pervaded it.
