The Little Snowman
Once upon a time in the far lands of Mount Everest, there lived a poor woodcutter named Fred. He lived all alone in a wooden house with no pipes and electricity. He loved making snowmen in the winter although he was not very good.
One day, Fred made a little snowman. He named it Tomba. It was a dear little snowman with a hat and a scarf. It also had some cute buttons and beautiful eyes. But then, a terrible thing happened. Tomba’s body fell off! The woodcutter picked up Tomba’s body and chucked him up across the mountain.
The next day, Fred woke up by a startling knock on his door then a cough. He leapt to his feet. Slowly, he opened the door. A tiny person stepped in. Surprisingly, it was Tomba! But Tomba s body was not to be seen. “Good morning sir,” he sniffed. “But not to me. As you can see, some gentleman picked up my gorgeous body and threw it across the snow! Do you know who did it?” Fred shuffled his feet nervously. He had a bad feeling that Tomba would think it was him.
“But you are the only man living on this mountain,” Tomba went on. “So it must be you!” “I’m very sorry that I threw away your gorgeous body but now I am busy” Fred roared. Tomba snivelled cowardly. “Please can you help me find them?” “What do you think I am? Crazy!” Fred thundered. “Oh, I thought you would do it for one hundred wishes.” Tomba squeaked.
“Well …ok.” Fred answered wickedly. He was planning that he helps this snowman, get his hundred wishes and Kill the snowman! They set off down the mountain. It was a long, long, long way down.
Suddenly, an eagle flew past Fred and Tomba and began to squawk. “RUMBLE, BOOM, BOOM! The mountain bellowed. Then it started to shake. It was an avalanche! The snow pushed Fred, [who was holding Tomba’s head] to his feet and blew him down the mountain. Finally, the avalanche stopped. Fred looked down. There was the bottom of the mountain. “Mount Everest is high!” puffed Tomba who was blowing madly like a rhino.
Then Fred looked more carefully. He saw a pair of buttons, then a scarf and a lump of snow. Tomba’s body was found! “Here’s your body, Tomba.” said Fred grimly. Tomba bounced happily around him as he attached them on him. “Can I have my one hundred wishes now please?” snarled Fred viciously. “Well, no!” said Tomba, laughing like a maniac. Fred lunged at him but Tomba was too quick. He had disappeared in a puff of smoke. “That magic snowman,” grumbled Fred, struggling to get back up the mountain. It certainly wasn’t his best day!
THE END! Mustafa A Halimah (2012)