Last Monday, it was snowing in the park. I hate it when it snows. I’m a snowflake and I really do not like it when I touch the ground.
First, I get blown through the wind (not in control of what direction I am going).
Then, snowflakes normally get blown into people’s hair and melt; others do not. I didn’t (luckily).
Next I touch the ground. Lots of bad actions at that point, actions, that I don’t want to happen to me. Like people stepping on me. Oh how I hate people treading on me. I get squashed and squished and kicked around. Snow is the worst object to be in the whole wide world.
Another bad thing that could happen to me is that sometimes I get scrunched up into a ball. Once I have been made into a ball I get thrown around. I get thrown at: trees, people, bins, lamp posts, slides, swings and loads more. They call me a snowball. I AM A SNOWFLAKE NOT, A SNOWBALL!
After that, the most annoying thing is people gather me and the other snowflakes get made into models. Like model humans, model dogs, even model snowflakes!
Something else, is that humans sometimes eat me! Would you like to be eaten.
Finally, I will tell you the only good thing is flying down chatting with my friends.