

Tim and Jen were twins who liked to play in the snow. They made a big snowman with a hat, a scarf and a carrot nose. They named him Bob and gave him a hug.
"Bob is our friend," Tim said. "He will stay with us forever."
"No, he won't," Jen said. "He will melt when the sun comes out. Then he will be gone."
Tim did not like that. He wanted Bob to stay. He got angry at Jen. He threw a snowball at her. Jen threw one back. They started to fight.
"Stop it, you two!" Mom said. She came out of the house. She saw Bob and smiled. "What a nice snowman you made. But you should not fight. Fighting is bad."
"Jen said Bob will melt," Tim said. "I don't want him to melt. I want him to stay."
"Tim, Jen is right," Mom said. "Bob will melt sooner or later. That's what happens to snow. But you can always make another one. And you can take a picture of Bob to remember him."
Tim and Jen did not like that. They did not want another snowman. They wanted Bob. They did not want a picture. They wanted Bob. They cried and hugged Bob.
But Mom was right. The next day, the sun came out. It was warm and bright. Bob started to melt. His hat fell off. His scarf slipped. His carrot nose dropped. His chubby body got smaller and smaller. Tim and Jen watched and cried. Bob was gone. They had no friend. They had no snowman. They had nothing. They were sad.
