John M. Larfampt sat as his old, wooden desk watching miniature, snow flakes fall in flurries and collect on the piles of snow that sat outside of the red, brick apartment building that he had lived in for nearly five years. This snowfall had brutaly destroyed, crushed and stomped any record of snowfall that had previously stood before this wintry storm. This happened to be very odd for John, he had never seen this much snow in his small town. In fact, he had never even seen this much snow in his whole life! Piles of snow slowly turned into beautiful snowmen that decorated the long avenues with so many hats, buttons, carrots and so much more. It breathed life into the small, unlively town for many days, but when the snow finally melted, covering the ground with puddles of sadness and joy for some, the children again became very glum.