Wednesday
Today, it snowed for the first time this year and school was closed. We originally had a math test, but with the whole school guide thing, I’ve been slacking off a bit. So I was extremely happy.
I called Rupert and told him to come. We’ve been wanting to build the biggest snowman in the world for a couple few years.
And when I say the biggest snowman in the world, I mean the it. We want it to be in the Guinness records.
But every time we wanted to start the project, the snow starts melting, and winter is officially gone. This year is the perfect chance.
We began as soon as Rupert arrived by rolling out some balls. In my plan, the balls should be at least three meters high, if we actually want to break the world record. But they are turn heavier as we keep rolling. And we have to take a break now and then.
When we were pausing, mom came outside and wanted drive to the supermarket, but our snowball was in the way. So she did us a favor.
Ach! It’s heavy!
After the break we went on with the rolling, until we were unable to make the balls any bigger. Then we carefully observed our piece of work for the first time, and saw, what a catastrophe we’ve created.
The snowball was so heavy, dad’s garden, which he planted last autumn, stuck onto it.
I hoped for a few more centimeters of snow to cover up the scene of the crime, but the snow suddenly stopped.
Our plan the build the largest snowman in the world is starting to fall apart. But I thought of a better plan for the snowballs.
When it snows, the kids always comes onto Whirley Street to snowboard.
That means, tomorrow, when the kids come out again, I and Rupert will teach them a lesson.
Thursday
When I waked up today, the snow had already started to melt. So I called Rupert and said that he should come straight to me.
When I was waiting for Rupert, I watched Manni trying to build a snowman out of the few bits of pieces we left when we were rolling our giant snowball.
It was really a tragic play.
I can’t think of anything more unlucky than dad looking out of the window right that moment.
Dad was ALREADY a bit angry at me, because I ruined his lawn, so I knew right then: angry he is! I heard the garage door go up. Dad came, armed with a snow shovel, and I was thinking, I should find a better place for my grave than this.
But dad didn’t come towards me, but toward my snowball. And in less than a minute, my work turned to nothing.
In a few minutes, Rupert came. I thought, maybe he would think it’s funny.
But he was really excited about rolling the thing down the street, because he suddenly turned sour. And the unbelievable happened: Rupert was angry to ME, because of something MY DAD did.
If my teacher, Mrs. Levine was there, she would probably say that the whole thing had an “ironic” touch.
Thursday
I and Rupert decided to create our own comic. After school he went to mine and we started with the work.
We created the characters with ease. But when it went on to the part when we had to make up jokes, we could’t go on.
Suddenly I had an idea.
I found a comic with the character saying “oh mama” every single time.
So we didn’t have to think about the lines anymore, and could concentrate on the pictures.
I did the writing and drawing for the first few comics and Rupert colored them in.
If you step on a crack, it’ll bring you back luck!
Ok, whatever.
Hey Timmy, your mom tripped on a banana peel and p.s. She’s dead.
Oh mama!
To be honest, the quality of the comics quickly went down when Rupert did the writing.
I’ve been waiting for a hamburger for three hours.
Finally! A hamburger, please!
Sorry, burgers are out.
Oh mama!