Celebrate The Season: Winter
	Stories by Allen Morgan
	Art by Vladyana Krykorka
	Six stories - 72 pages

Snowoman Eyes (part 3)

And when Megan and Michael went back the next day that's exactly the way that it was because when they got there the snowoman was gone and the snowolf too. All that was left were the two black stones that Winter had used for the snowoman's eyes. Megan picked them up and put them in her pocket because she knew they were magic and they might be good for something.

"It's hard to believe that she's gone," Michael said.

"She's not really gone," Megan remembered. "She said she would hide in the White Wolf's cave where the Windman never goes."

"I don't know where that is," said Michael.

"I do," said Megan. "I found it once a few weeks ago. I'm not quite sure I can find it now though because the snow came again and covered it up."

"Let's try anyway," said Michael.

So Megan and Michael looked up and down all around all throughout the ravine. But the snow was too deep and they found not a clue that could lead them to the White Wolf's cave. Still, even so, they knew that Winter was still nearby because the weather stayed cold and the snow didn't melt. And it stayed that way for almost a week, not really Winter and not really Spring because Winter was hiding and Spring was still inside her house.

Then it happened one night that Megan's parents went out to a party and left her back home with a baby sitter. And even though Megan liked the baby sitter and she didn't really mind that her parents went out to do things without her, she felt a bit lonely anyway when she turned out the light. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried. So after a while she got out of her bed and went over to the window.

The night was dark, it was cold and still. The Windman was off somewhere else for a while and the moon was behind a cloud. Megan picked up the two snowoman eyes and rolled them a while in her hands. They were dark and cold like the night outside and she felt more alone than she had before. But then all at once and without any warning, she saw a familiar form down below. She opened her window and shouted down to her.

"Winter!" she called. "I'm glad you're still here."

"So am I," replied Winter. "But don't call my name too loudly my dear. The Windman might hear you."