“ You’ re doing my chore for ruining my snowman!”“ I didn’ t touch your snowman.”“ Yes, you did! You made him married!” Susy and her dad giggled. Bobby saw the 19
The Snow Bride by Susan Gibbons“ I bet I can build a better snowman than you!” Susy stuck her tongue out at her older brother, Bobby.
“ No way! Loser does the other’ s chores next week?”
“ You’ re on!” Susy packed a wad of snow in between her mittens. She rolled her snowball around the yard until it was knee high. Keeping a close eye on Bobby, they continued to roll the next two pieces of their formations.
“ Mine’ s smaller.” She saw the corner of Bobby’ s lip start to curl up then added,“ and better!” They continued molding their best snowmen until Mom called them in for lunch.
“ How do we decide whose is better?” Susy asked.“ Well, mine is, of course.”“ Mom!”“ They’ re both just darling.” Their mom peered out the window.“ She has to say that so she doesn’ t hurt your feelings.”“ Bobby!” Susy cried.
“ How about you let Dad decide when he gets home from work tonight?” Bobby and Susy agreed.
With rocks for eyes and a mouth, a carrot nose, stick arms, an old, black bowler hat from the closet, and his green scarf, Bobby quickly finished up his snowman. Susy thought his snowman looked very formal. She decided that her creation was a snowwoman. Looking through her mom’ s sewing baskets, she found big yellow buttons for the eyes and a long piece of white tulle fitting for a skirt. As she took a carrot from the refrigerator for a nose, grapes caught her eye for a lipsticked mouth. Placing the tulle around the bodice, an idea hit her. She turned the skirt into a veil, placing pine cones on top to keep it from blowing away.
“ You’ re too pale for a wedding! How can I give your cheeks some color?” Susy chuckled as she spoke to the bride smearing ketchup on the snow-bride’ s cheeks. She scanned the yard finding greenery from the evergreen tree to make a bouquet placing it at her waist. Susy gazed at her beautiful handiwork realizing the bride and groom needed witnesses. As she was finishing making a bunch of hand sized snowmen around the yard, headlights flashed across the wedding party. Her dad was home. Bobby came running outside stopping dead in his tracks as he saw what his sister had done.
“ You’ re doing my chore for ruining my snowman!”“ I didn’ t touch your snowman.”“ Yes, you did! You made him married!” Susy and her dad giggled. Bobby saw the 19