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  The Great Giant Snowball

  Walter Tasbas

  Copyright 2010 By Walter Tasbas

  Illustration By Valerie Woelk

  Title ID: 4146035

  ISBN-13: 978-1482339864

  Remember children and do not forget

  as I let you out for your holiday break.

  I want to go over a few words of advice

  that will help you to stay happy, safe and nice.

  Stay close to all others and don’t wear a scowl

  be humble and be patient whenever you feel like a growl.

  Remember your manners most of all

  Play safely with your friends where you belong

  and tell someone when something is wrong.

  If you remember these words

  you will most definitely have

  the most wonderful holiday season scored.

  Ring, Ring, Ring

  Out went the children out went them all.

  As soon as the children left to go to their homes,

  they stopped to play

  in the Blowy Cove valleys and mountains that were now deeply covered in snow.

  Some children made snow angels and others made balls.

  Some threw it at each other,

  and some stayed warm in their shawls.

  Little Sally, Peter and Fred

  decided to make a snowman instead,

  Which Sally started with only a roll.

  The ball Sally was pushing to make the snowman’s head

  soon became way to heavy to lift, even for Peter & Fred.

  So the three of them, decided to keep on rolling it instead.

  Keep on rolling it,

  To make this snowball as big, as big as they can.

  After awhile of rolling, molding and throwing up snow,

  the children noticed Sally, Peter and Fred

  were rolling a ball bigger than an elephant’s head.

  All the children in Mrs. Trinker’s class

  began to push the snowball

  up the town’s largest mountain pasture;

  they all worked together to make the snowball

  as big as they can.

  Before they knew it, the ball had now grown

  ten, fifteen, one hundred times.

  It was so much larger than ever designed.

  The children kept pushing that humongous ball

  up the steep mountain cover,

  Higher and higher the children would go

  The ball was so high it now towered into the sky.

  Still higher and higher they climbed.

  The children kept on pushing and pulling

  that great ball of snow,

  but soon it became to heavy to pull, push or roll.

  They pushed and pushed but still it did not budge,

  the great ball of snow was unable to grow.

  Pennelli, Pennelli,

  I know you are chipper.

  But can you go out and get Fred?

  It is almost time to eat dinner.

  Pennelli to herself thought,

  “What a bother, to go out in that chill

  to bring home that troublesome brother.”

  She opened the door and walked into a freezer

  with snow blowing all over, she felt colder than Ebenezer.

  She looked up and saw Fred with all of his friends,

  all huddled together.

  She yelled at the mass, “Fred, get down from that mountain.

  Get down right this second, it’s time for our dinner

  and this weather for one thing is terribly unpleasant.”

  Way up in the mountain

  the children heard that great yell,

  Fred knew it was time to go,

  time to expel.

  But he was still not just ready

  so he yelled back to Pennelli,

  “Tell them I’m coming and I”ll be on my way,

  but right now

  I am not yet ready Pennelli.”

  Pennelli, just three months past eight,

  felt the cold snow in her boots and all over her face.

  She let out the most powerful scream

  that a girl of eight and three months can only reiterate,

  “Fred come Dowwwn, Nowwwww.”

  She screamed, up at Fred,

  up at the snowy covered mountains and valleys ahead.

  She screamed so loud that it was heard from the top of the mountains, down to all the person’s in town.

  The scream was so loud that the echo was heard from every place, all around.

  High on the mountain sat a bushel of birds,

  that heard the great racket made by the children referred,

  they thought such a high pitched squeal,

  was not a good deal

  for that might just make a avalanche, become real.

  Just then they heard the snow rumble, then tumble

  then tumble and roll, the noise was so loud it was heard as the birds, picked up and rode on.

  The snowcapped mountains,

  they started to fall,

  down towards the children,

  down towards the town,

  down came the snowfall,

  bound down straight for them all.

  From above, the children saw that same bushel of birds

  that now sat on the top of that greatest snowball, yelped out a caw to all that were near!!!

  “Watch out there children trouble is here, with the noise you kids are making the snow is to fall,

  watch out to all there below rolling this ball.”

  As soon as we knew it, we heard,

  creaking and shrieking

  breaking and shaking

  we heard all kinds of sounds;

  suddenly we saw it, an avalanche in the making.

  The mountain had come alive and the snow now rushed down.

  Before we knew it our bird friends had swooped around,

  lifting each one of us off from that cold snowy ground.

  We were over the snowfall and over the town.

  We saw over the top of steeples as well as neighboring towns.

  We were scared but knew we were safe,

  Safe from the snow that was billowing on below.

  When the avalanche hit our great ball of snow,

  The ball started to rock then began to roll,

  Onto the town it started to go.

  It rolled on down the mountain combining the snow,

  Making the snowball a hundred, a thousand, maybe even a million times more.

  It soon scooped up the houses and churches and even the mosque.

  It sucked up the stadiums, the restaurants and even the malls;

  They piled on top like a meatball all covered in sauce.

  When the snowball stopped from rolling we couldn’t help but to see,

  That the great ball of snow, had in fact, smothered the entire county.

  It now was as big as big can be.

  When the great ball of snow stopped down from it’s roll.

  The snowball was much greater than ever before.

  It rolled off the mountains and now into the town.

  We were lowered down onto the top of that great snowball,

  Now snowball town.

  the birds that had cared for us travelled away.

  Going up, up and away went those birds that saved us today.

  Suddenly we heard loud grinding, grumbling and pounding,

  not like the avalanche,

  but still unusual sounding.

  It got louder and louder and still louder,

  it’s a sound.

 
Suddenly we saw the snow open up,

  a man arose from the ground,

  He said, “Hey kids,

  hop down and onto my tractor,

  so you can get off this cold snowy compactor

  Inside the snowball

  there was a system of tubes,

  Tubes that ran inside,

  helping us to travel through.

  Down the great snowball

  and into the town,

  The tubes they would take us

  all the way down.

  The chutes in the snowball

  were meant to go fast,

  We whooshed by the upside down houses

  as we sped with our sleds

  We saw buildings made of ice,

  certainly that

  was new to our sights.

  We saw hollowed-out mountains

  and valleys of snow and ice.

  We sled past the ski lifts

  and the gondola trams

  that were only travelled by

  those that carried a pass.

  Then we saw both highways that went up,

  And low ways that went down,

  Carrying people all over town.

  There were cities

  and buildings

  being made out of ice,

  Like glass they shimmered

  and shined looking very nice.

  We saw flipped-over houses

  and buildings being jacked up,

  By workers trying hard

  to fix everything back up.

  When we saw our families,

  We really started to haul.

  Seeing them

  was the best part of all.

  Then in the town we heard our Mayor, Mayor Quimby

  “Listen up dear citizen’s, listen to me.

  This snowball disaster will not be so free.

  We will have to use all of our holiday funds

  in order to get this town in proper order to run.

  I am sorry to all, and I hope you stay cheerful

  But unless there is a miracle, we cannot reconsider.

  So, thank you all for coming tonight.

  Farewell and take care.

  I am sorry to all that are here.”

  Then all of a sudden we heard a flurry of noise.

  We heard buzzing, rumbling and crumbling groans,

  We heard humming, crumbling, ringing and even a blast.

  It sounded like something

  that we had never heard in the past.

  My dad finally yelled,

  “Are these sounds going to last?”

  So quickly the Mayor called an official to look through the snowball’s periscope glass

  To tell us finally, if the noises were going to leave us

  or were going to last.

  At first the lookout saw nothing

  not even a flake,

  but as the noises grew louder

  the visions began to take shape.

  There were airplanes

  and helicopters,

  skiers and snowmobilers.

  There were those,

  which were hiking,

  and those that were climbing

  as well as those that parachuted without any worrying.

  When the visitors came they surrounded us,

  with goodies and gifts and treats

  that were for all of us.

  They brought blankets, trinkets,

  from every place all around.

  No one in town was now close to a frown.

  When they gave to our town

  they put everything down.

  They gave so much stuff

  that we had no more room

  or containers anywhere around.

  The holiday miracle had come from the air, land and sea,

  By these wonderful people like you and like me,

  That care for all others…

  All others, in need.

  After all the fun and festivities were done,

  the residents went back home to sleep in their bunks,

  And their flipped-over beds to dream

  of all the festivities that lie for them ahead.

  The town slept together

  in that great snowball town,

  Making it into a nest for

  every single sleeping person around.

  There is however one question

  that still keeps us a chatter.

  How did the world find out

  about our perilous matter?

  A wink,

  from the birds that brought help to the town.