Duck Snowball Maker Novels & Stories

She yells as more snowballs are thrown our way. I reach down, feeling the cold in my hands. I remember making snowballs as a pup. I remember playing with the other kids before things got bad. I remember after things got bad, making a snowball and watching it melt away in my hand. I take a deep breath, trying to hold onto the good and let go of the bad. And I form a snowball.

"That's actually a smart idea. I'll try it, too," Nicole said, impressed with what the people in 1803 came up with. "Do you think I could hollow out my couch and stash food inside?" Beatrice blinked. Wait. Why didn't they think of that? After she left, Nicole went back to sewing the fur coat. She still had extra material, so she decided to make one for Snowy and Ash, too. Both rabbits had thick fur, and Snowy was about to give birth again.

Ethan asked, his mouth full of chocolate. "Yes, baby?" "Can we build a snowman before we go?" Aurora looked at the patch of snow near the summit. "We don't have a carrot for the nose," she said. "We can use a rock," Ethan said. "A dragon snowman needs a rock nose." "Logic," Liam muttered. "Come on," Aurora said, standing up. "Let's build a dragon." They ran to the snow. They played. They threw snowballs. They laughed until their lungs burned in the thin air.

I form a ball with the snow and throw it at Nakel, but my snowball breaks into pieces mid-air, causing Nakel to laugh even more. "Your snowballs could use a bit of work." He walks over to me laughing, pulling a sled behind him. "Is that so?" I let out a low chuckle. He reaches down scooping up some snow. "You have to squeeze the snow tightly together, forming a ball. Then turn the ball squeezing the ball more, making sure it nice and tight." He says, showing me how to make a proper snowball. He tosses the snowball into the air and catches it without it breaking apart like mines. "I'll be sure to remember next time."

“We need to think of a way to make sure it’s obvious our snowman is a shelter volunteer then.” “That’s a great idea. I’m sure we can come up with something.” She wished she had more time to think about that. She’d spent a lot of time last year before her grandma had to bow out of the contest thinking about how she’d build the snowman, but she hadn’t considered making it into a representation of the shelter. “If you can round up the dogs, I’ll get the leashes. How many do you think? Five?” “Perfect. I’ll get the standard snowman building kit, too. The arms, nose, eyes, all of that. We carry it in the shop.”

Unfortunately, it missed, and the one that he threw back at her did not. “Nancy!” Crystal shouted for backup. “You’ve got to help me!” Nancy clumsily formed a snowball and handed it to Crystal. She threw it at Nathan, but because it had not been packed well enough, it split apart into a million pieces. Noah was better at making snowballs, though, and he handed Crystal one that was the size and weight of a hardball. “Don’t aim for his head,” he whispered. “It’s an ice ball!” Crystal felt its weight, and after a second, she said, “It’s too heavy. You throw it!”