
The Flying Snowman
By Nonna Grace

16 Mar, 2024

The morning was crisp and fresh, as children of all backgrounds gathered in the park. They were busy rolling up snowballs, their breath forming tiny clouds in the cold air. Their excitement and laughter echoed through the park.

The children worked tirelessly, placing one snowball atop another. Step by step, a giant snowman began to take shape. The tallest boy placed a top hat on its head, and they all cheered, "Mr. Freezy is alive!"

The children danced and sang a joyful song around Mr. Freezy. "Mr. Freezy… in a breezy… flew in the sky… with his kite". Their voices rang out in the cold air, filling the park with their laughter and cheer. The song was about Mr. Freezy flying in the sky with a kite.

As the sun set, the children headed home, leaving Mr. Freezy standing tall in the park. They wished him goodnight, promising to come back the next day. The park fell silent, with only the snowman under the moonlight.

The next morning, the children raced to the park. But to their surprise, Mr. Freezy was gone! All that remained was a message written in the snow, echoing the lyrics of their song: "Mr. Freezy… in a breezy… flew in the sky… with his kite".

They looked up and gasped. High in the sky, they saw a figure that looked like Mr. Freezy, holding the tail of a kite. He was soaring among the clouds, just like in their song!

The children cheered, waving at Mr. Freezy as he sailed across the sky. They watched in awe as he transformed from an angel to a cloud, and back again. Their song had come true, and Mr. Freezy was really flying!

As the day wore on, Mr. Freezy drifted further away. But the children didn’t feel sad. Instead, they felt a sense of joy and wonder. Their creation had embarked on a magical journey, and they were proud.

That night, they sat together, sharing stories of Mr. Freezy's adventure. They dreamt of the places he would visit and the sights he would see. And they promised to build another snowman, just as magical, the next winter.

As the snowflakes fell, the children whispered goodbye to the wind, hoping to reach Mr. Freezy, high above in the clouds: Mr. Freezy... in a breezy... flew in the sky... with his kite. The sky was tinted with yellows, blues, pinks, and purples. And the winds carried away their laughter. Bon voyage, Mr. Freezy!