I was walking in a snowy field in the morning and I tripped. I landed flat on my face. Glad that no one was around I laughed as I stood and regarded the perfect impression of myself left in the snow. As I walked away, however, the impression moved with me. It was like a shadow cast in snow. I ran, it ran. I jumped, it jumped. I did a cart wheel, it did a cartwheel. Exhausted from all of the running around, I stared at it as it mimicked my panting for breath. Then it spoke.

“Awfully persistent, aren’t you?” it said calmly. I was so stunned I tried to jump back, but it followed me as it had all morning. I couldn’t help but notice that I could see its breath as it spoke.

“How can you talk? You’re just an impression I made in the snow.” As I pointed a finger at it, a snowy limb stuck out of the ground and pointed back. I watched in horror as the snowman stood up, a perfect white version of myself.

“How can I talk? Strong words coming from the likes of you.” It took a step forward and this time I took a step back in response. It came closer and I was afraid.

“You are just an impression I made on the sky.” It reached out and shoved me backwards and everything turned white as I fell deeper and deeper into the snow.