Henry compacted the snow then rolled it across the slope, the ball gathering size. Satisfied it was the right size he hefted it up and placed it on top of a larger ball. Next he jammed two twigs into the lower ball, two pebbles and a carrot into the top one. He stood back and admired his work, gasping for breath. He was too old for this, but he’d been determined to make what he’d always imagined. He let his eyes unfocus and watched the children and grandchildren he’d never had play in the snow and smiled ruefully to himself.
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