"Why do you hate me?" The polluted ball of snow asked.
"I don't, I swear!" I answered in earnest.
I had no idea why this snowball thought I hated him. Though I wanted to know, I felt rude for asking.
Silence followed. Finally, the snowball spoke up.
"If you don't hate me, then we do you make me melt?"
"How am I making you melt?"
"You hold me in your warm hands. Heat kills us little snowflakes you know?" The snowball said.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Here. I'll set you down on the cement."
I set the little snowball on the ground, then, the stupid snowball grew legs and ran away!!!
"Wait!" I yelled, hoping he would hesitate and give me time to pick him up again. But he continued on. "I need to talk to you for creative writing! It's an assignment! You're not going to make me fail, are you?"
He continued onward and ignored my pleading. I could easily out run him, but decided against it. I might as well just give up, be lazy, and go to sleep already-you know, take my afternoon nap.
