Timmy stood inside the front door until the last minute. He didn’t want to linger in the yard longer than absolutely necessary.
The spring sun had made the snowman sloppy and uneven. Several buttons were missing and the carrot had disappeared. Timmy’s mother had brusquely reclaimed the hat. Only one coal eye remained.
However, the snowman persisted.
Timmy darted along the sidewalk, hoping to avoid any confrontation.
“Timmy, I haven’t forgotten our deal,” the snowman growled from the yard. “I listened. I talked. I advised. Where’s the snowwoman? Where’s my companion?”
Timmy adjusted his earbuds and dashed for the bus.