I looked out the classroom window. Again, the sun was shining, and the grass was still mostly green. I had to admit, it was inviting and I wanted to go enjoy it. But alas, we were stuck in the classroom until lunch and recess.
“Not right now. But we’ve only got two hours until recess.” Two hours? Haven’t we already been here for six? Ugh. Longest day ever. “So, does anyone have—”
That’s when I heard a metallic clunk. The goat had woken up and his horns hit my desk drawer.
The drawer began to rattle and suddenly shot open. I heard a thud and saw that one of the #1 Teacher snowmen that was holding a sled had fallen out onto the floor. I knew I should have donated them to the thrift store earlier. That’s what I get for procrastinating.
“Excuse me. I’m just going to…”
I bent over to pick it up, but before I could it stood up and shook itself off. I quickly pulled my hand back. It looked up to the drawer, where another snowman, this one holding a pair of skis, was walking on the edge. The first snowman whistled and gestured. A chain of snowmen followed, and soon there were 32 #1 Teacher snowmen on the floor. They marched to the center of the by-now squealing classroom and pounded the accessories they’d been holding on the ground in unison. They then froze and, as we all watched in amazement, exploded one by one like fireworks. Seconds later, I felt a wet, cold drip on my hand.
It was snowing.
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