Charles raised his fist and shook it at the castle. Then he wadded up some snow into a snowball and flung it at the castle, and then he ran toward the mountain, toward the castle, toward the Weather Man, throwing snowballs and shaking his fist.
Charles ran and ran, tired of Winter. Charles ran and ran, further and farther than he had ever run before, toward the mountain, the castle, the Weather Man.
Suddenly, quite suddenly, Charles realized he was lost. He stopped throwing snowballs, stopped shaking his fist, and he looked around himself. He was at the bottom of the mountain. He saw snow swirling around the castle at the top. He pictured the Weather Man, fat and happy and warm in his castle, saying only rich boys and girls get Summer, and poor boys and girls have to get Winter. Charles thought again that he must not be a very nice man.
Details
- Publication Date
- Sep 29, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Children's
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Chris Middings
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- Format