The Snowman

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Granny Simpkin lived all by herself in a very busy town. Every day people went by her house on their way to work. But no one came to see her, and Granny Simpkin was lonely.

One winter day it snowed. Snowflakes fell thick and fast. They covered everything in a soft white blanket.

When it stopped, Granny Simpkin put on her boots and went into the garden. Then, just for fun, she made a snowman and called him Mr. Snow.

“I have no one else to talk to,” said Granny Simpkin as she put a hat on his head and wrapped a long wool scarf around his neck. She found a walking stick and gave him that too.

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“Thank you,” said Mr. Snow.

For the next few days, Granny Simpkin and Mr. Snowman chattered together. They got along very well.

One afternoon, Granny Simpkin went to the store. While she was away, an old man came down the street. He had an old coat with big holes. He felt very cold. When the old man was walking by Granny Simpkin’s house he saw the snowman and said, “What a nice hat you have!”

Mr. Snow felt sorry for him. 
“You may have it,” said Mr. Snow. “I don’t feel cold at all.”

So the old man thanked the snowman and put on the hat.

“That scarf looks warm,” said the old man.

“Please take it,” said Mr. Snow. “To tell you the truth, it was making me too hot.”

The old man put on the scarf. Then he slipped on the icy path.

“You’d better have my stick as well,” said Mr. Snow. “I am not going anywhere. You need it more than I do.”

By now the old man was feeling much better. He thanked the snowman again, and said he would come the next day. The old man was lonely too.

That night the weather changed. In the morning, the sun shone brightly on Mr. Snow, and by lunchtime he had melted. Granny Simpkin was sad. She was puzzled too. She couldn’t find Mr. Snow’s hat, scarf and walking stick anywhere.

Just then the old man stopped outside Granny Simpkin’s house.

“How strange! Mr. Snow had a hat, a scarf and a walking stick, just like yours.”

So the old man, whose name was George, told her what had happened.

“Well,” said Granny Simpkin. “You’re very welcome to those things. Mr. Snow doesn’t need them any more.”

“I could come and see you every day,” said George. “I live at the other end of the street.”

“That would be nice,” said Granny Simpkin. “Come to tea tomorrow. I’ll make a cake.”

After that Granny Simpkin and George became very good friends, and were never lonely again.

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