One winter Sunday, my little sister, Colleen, and I built the greatest snowman ever. For 21 , we gave him a traditional carrot nose, beautiful hat, cozy scarf and gloves.
The next morning, 22 outside, we smiled adoringly at him over our cornflakes at breakfast. We even expressed our 23 to him as we passed on our way to school. Many kids went past our house, so he was the hot 24 that morning. After school, my sister and I 25 shared our professional snowman-building tips and techniques again with other kids.
But as our yard came into 26 , we saw something that wasn’t 27 — our snowman was crushed. 28 sad, we knew one thing: Our snowman would 29 again. And so we rebuilt him, but the next day we came home to 30 find the remains on the front lawn. For the rest of the week, the 31 was repeated daily. Each afternoon we’d 32 to find him crushed, and then we would build him up again.
By Saturday morning, we had made a 33 . We filled a really big bucket with water and left it outside. The next morning, it was frozen 34 . After we packed snow all around the ice block for the base, we 35 ourselves. Then we soon saw what we were 36 . Three bullies(欺凌弱小者) in my school came over to our snowman and sneered(讥笑). Then taking their places on either side, they pulled back their legs to 37 powerful kicks. But when their feet connected with the hard ice block, sneers turned to surprise, then 38 , and then tears.
We came close to feeling 39 , but they were too funny as they hopped away holding their 40 feet. We couldn’t stop laughing. And that was the end of our problems with snow bullies.
