Charlies Narrative

Sticking two black button eyes on our snowman, I turned and gave Charlie a high-five. "Finished!" I said. "And there's not a finer snowman in the whole neighborhood." But Charlie wasn't looking at me. He was staring at the snowman, his face almost white.

"D-d-d-did you s-s-s-see THAT?" he stammered.

"What are you talking about?" I said. "I didn't see anything." It was true. I did not have the slightest idea what Charlie was all worked up about. We were just trying to build a snowman. It had been the first day we had gotten any kind of snow all winter. How could anything weird like that happen? I looked over at Charlie who was still in a real panic.

"I saw it!" he yelled. "The snowman is alive!" I still did not have a clue what Charlie
was talking about and I thought that he was just being plain ridiculous. Snowmen don't come alive! But Charlie was still hyperventilating about this snowman that was supposedly alive. He kept saying that it had waved at him and blinked too. Impossible. We decided that we should call it a day and that we should be done with doing anything outdoors for a while. After all, it was getting to be evening. I would have to do some investigating on if this snowman had any special features to him that would make Charlie think that he was alive. It was too strange to overlook.

The very next morning I called Charlie and asked him to come over.
He said he would, but not in a very assuring tone. He still must have been shocked over seeing our snowman come to life. When Charlie arrived at my house, we both headed straight for the snowman. Nothing much had changed. In fact, it remained the same. I looked really closely at the snowman. It still looked like a plain old snowman. But went to get Charlie and tell him that the snowman was normal, he got that panicked look on his face and said that the snowman was alive. Now Charlie was beginning to drive me insane. It might have been a joke, but now he had taken things too
far.

I was about to go over to Charlie and give him a piece of my mind, when I sensed motion from behind me. Was the snowman really alive? It couldn't be. Slowly, I turned around to look at the snowman. What I saw scared the living daylights out of me. The whole snowman's face had changed to an angry expression and it was waving its arms like a maniac. Charlie was even more scared than I was. He ran around the back of house and did not come back. It was the most peculiar thing I had seen in my life.

At first, I didn't know whether to laugh about it, or take it as a seriously bad omen. I stepped even closer to the snowman to get a closer look. Without warning, the snowman took a firm hold on my arm and would not let go. I tried to fight back, the strength of the snowman was so great that I could not get free. The snowman gave a horrible laugh. "Now you know it doesn't take lightning to bring a snowman to life!" he screamed. My instincts took over and my free hand karate chopped his stick and I was free.

Quickly, I ran around the house to get Charlie. We both ran inside the house to take cover from our evil snowman that we created. I told him everything that the snowman had done to me, and even what he said. Of course, this made Charlie more scared than I had ever seen him. But, he took the news better than I thought he would. It did not take him long to calm down after I told him our snowman had gone mad. I started making plans on how we could destroy this snowman before he did a thing worse. It would be harder than getting a shovel and bashing him to the ground, because he was alive. But, I was prettier sure that we could pull off a snowman decimation, with the right scheme.

Sadly, I was still unsure what that scheme would be.
Charlie had the idea that we light several matches and see how that would turn out. But when we tried that plan, our parents would not let us use as many as we needed. We were frying our brains trying to think up ideas for ways to get rid of our snowman, but none of them seemed to be brilliant enough to do the job.

The next day, Charlie came over again and I had come with an idea that could possibly work. We would both surround the snowman and try to pull out his arms. His arms were his main threat to the two of us because he had tried to strangle Charlie in one of our other plans. Charlie and I tried to grab the arms, but it was no use. The mad snowman was just too quick. Finally, I came up with a devious plan that I hoped would finally put an end to our living snowman. Instead of attacking him with fire, we would pour a bucket of hot water on him to melt him to the
ground.

Charlie was the one who was going to taunt the snowman and get him distracted while I was the one who would sneak up behind him and pour the scalding bucket of water on the snowman. We put our plan into action the very next day. Charlie walked up to the snowman and started to tease him to come after him. Charlie's part was going exactly how we planned. Now, for my part. I snuck up behind the snowman with the bucket of water, and at first, he did not see me. But as I got closer, the snowman turned and saw exactly where I was and what I was trying to do. The next thing I knew, the snowman had tripped me.

As I thudded to the ground, I did not notice the snowman over my head. As I got to my feet, all I saw was a puddle and sticks and the button eyes. When I had tripped, just enough of the water in the bucket had gotten to the snowman. Charlie came running up to me, and he was now more excited than I had ever seen him. We celebrated the death of our crazy snowman with large mugs of hot chocolate inside. I still did not know how our snowman came to life, but I'm glad he met the fate for which he was destined.