The Snowman
When the sun got up one morning in winter he found a snowman staring at him rudely.
“Don’t stare at me. If you do you’ll melt,” said the sun.
“Indeed!” said the snowman. “A cat may look at a king. I’ll look at you if I like.” And he stared harder than ever.
Pretty soon he felt the top of his head softening. “I feel very queer,” said he to himself. But he didn’t stop staring. “Ugh!” he shivered, “water is running down my back. My nose is going. My toes are going. I’m going.”
And he went.