By Auden, Grade 8
Picture by Josie, Grade 1
His name was Sammy, Sammy the snowman. I first made Sammy on December 8th.
A bright yellow scarf and a matching hat were his accessories.
So, you may be wondering why I’m talking bout a lifeless pile of snow in my
backyard. Well, that pile aroused on the day I wished for more friends.
“Thump, thump” went the ground as I was just waking up from my usual
nighttime struggle with insomnia. Scrap, thud, whaa. “What the hell could that be?”
I shouted as I threw on the first clothes I could grab: the floral T-shirt I wore the day
before and bright green jeans with a stain on the knee. I then ran downstairs and
opened the screen door with extreme difficulty on account of the broken spring.
There he was, a snowman, birch arms waving as he screamed with joy. My mouth
stayed closed, for I was not surprised. Many strange things have happened to me
over the years: I wished for a pet and a stampede of cows then ran through my little
town of Burksville; then I wished I could have any sweet I wanted, and a cookie
supply truck broke down on my lawn.
, 2013; he had two rock eyes and Junior Mint buttons and a pebble
“Hello?” I said, as calmly as possible. The snowman stopped in his tracks,
turned with his mouth still open and waiting for a shout, and then he did something
so surprising it even caught me off guard. He stuck out his two fingered hand and
said, “Hi, I’m Sammidor, but I call myself Sammy.” The next thing I remember is
waking up in the arms of an incredibly strong yet brittle-handed man. I looked up
and there were those two glittering rocks staring back at me.
“Ah,” I said as Sammidor, or as he calls himself, Sammy, put a finger to my
mouth and said in a slurry, calm voice that could make you fall asleep in an instant.
“Are you all right?” I was out of words, so I pushed myself out of his hands, hit the
ground with a pop, and backed up against the house. “Oh please don’t be scared. I
only want to make friends.” I then remembered my wish, the wish that brought
Sammy to me.
“OK, I’ll be your friend. Weeee, this is the best Sammy!”
“Yeah, riding on the back of a slab of ice is the best, I do it all the time.”
“But, I only just made you 24 hours ago!” I yelled as we slid between trees.
“Exactly,” said Sammy. We played like this for the whole, entire day and do
even more extreme sports filled with spectacular snowball fights.
“Ha ha, Sammy. You know what? I just had the greatest fun I’ve ever had.”
“Good, because I need to go now.”
“What?” I said with a little too much exasperation for an eleven-year-old, pre-
“I granted your wish.” Again I said, “What?”
“Every time a wish that is important to the well-being of a child is made the
urge to make a snowman forms in the child’s brain, and – poof - we come to life to
help you fulfill your dream.” This time my mouth was open.
“Well, will you be back?”
“Not at all?”
“But my wish is to have more friends, not just to spend time with a friend for
“So, welcome to Burksville, home of the hottest summer!”