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The Snowy Day

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It cov ered everything as far as he could see.

After breakfast he put on his snowsuit and ran outside. The snow was piled up very high along the street to make a path for walking.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, his feet sank into the snow.

He walked with his toes pointing out, like this: He walked with his toes pointing in, like that:

Then he dragged his feet s-l-o-w-l-y to make tracks.

And he found something sticking out of the snow that made a new track.

It was a stick

— a stick that was just right for smacking a snow-covered tree.

Down fell the snow

plop!

— on top of Peter’s head.

He thought it would be fun to join the big boys in their snowball fight, but he knew he wasn’t old enough — not yet.

So he made a smiling snowman, and he made angels.

He pretended

he was a mountain-climber.

He climbed up a great big tall

heaping mountain of snow — and slid all the way down

He picked up a handful of snow — and another, and still another. He packed it round and firm and put the snowball in his pocket for tomorrow. Then he went into his warm house.

He told his mother all about his adventures while she took off his wet socks.

And he thought and thought and thought about them.

Before he got into bed he looked in his pocket.

His pocket was empty. I he snowball wasn t there He felt very sad.

While he slept, he dreamed that the sun had melted all the snow away.

But when he woke up his dream was gone.

The snow was still everywhere.

New snow was falling!

After breakfast he called to his friend from across the hall, and they went out together into the deep, deep snow.