THE STORY COMPETITION

Evening Star, Issue 23692, 27 September 1940, Page 3

THE STORY COMPETITION

The ilittlo story printed below, by Elizabeth Bowie, was the second best in the recent competition. Jt was awarded a special prize. Will Elizabeth please send her address to Big Brother Bill, care of ‘ Evening Star ’ ? THE DEATH OF THE SNOWMAN One cold winter morning the three Browns, Anno, May, and Billy, went outside to play. “ What can we play?” grumbled Billy. There was silence for a -while. “ 1 know,” piped Anne. “ Lot’s make a snowman.” “ Yea, yes,” agreed the others. They set to work piling up the snow. When they had finished they stood back to admire it. “ It’s got no eyes or nose or mouth,” objected May. “ And it needs a bat and a broom to make it look as if it was sweeping the snow.” “ What about some buttons for his suit,” cried Billy. “ Yes, we’ll do that, and May bring the hat and eyes, Anne bring the nose and mouth, and I will bring the broom and buttons.” They all set off to do their tasks. May brought an old hat of her mother’s and two small bits of coal. Anno got a carrot and a block of wood, and Billy got a spiderwebby broom and some marbles, so they did cpiite well. The next job was to put the things in place. That did not take long. Just as they had finished, they heard their mother calling them to dinner. Inside they trooped. As the snowman stood shivering with' cold, the gate opened and in came a boy. “ What’s your names?” asked the snowman in gruff tones. “ Wh—wh—what?” stammered the boy. The snowman did not answer. Something .kept bis mouth shut. He thought of signalling to the boy. He did not even know bow to do it. He put his arms in all different positions and wagged his head, but still the boy did not seem to understand. “ Oh, a wizard,” bo mumbled. Get out.” With that, the boy crumpled down the snowman, and ran off, dragging his sledge behind him. The snowman just had time to have a last look at the world before he faded away to his land I of ’ dreams.—Elizabeth Bowie; aged eight.