Jem and I sure felt guilty for this calamity. It hadn´t snowed in Maycomb County since 1885, and legend has it that when kids disobey their parents, bizarre changes in nature occur. Another tragedy happened as well, Mrs. Radley died, and Jem was convinced Boo had finally caught her. Atticus had gone to the Radley´s place to pay respect; while my brother wondered if Boo had the guts to show his face after murdering his own mother.
Like I said, it was our fault for the cold—Mr. Avery thought so too, and by the way he accused us, I apprehended the man thought that out household was in state of anarchy. But the snow was already here, and there was nothing better to do than enjoy it; especially on a day free of the shackles of school. Jem and I decided to build on of those snowmen—We conspired to make it ginormous, the best one humanity would ever see. We started building, until we realized there wasn´t enough snow in our backyard. Jem wore his kindest face when he asked Miss Maudie if we could borrow her snow; surprisingly, she gave us permission. But even that wasn´t enough, and we were forced to make a base out of mud and cover that with what little snow we had available.
As for the face, Jem and I had a dissension at first, whether it would be a boy or girl. Until we came to the agreement of making our creation a fat, mean masculine figure: Mr. Avery. We were so meticulous about his body parts, nose, arms and even his “private” part. Jem had gotten quite offended by Atticus´s surprise that the boy was smart enough to make the man out of mud and snow. Atticus assimilated all the details, and realized that the snowman was meant to be Mr. Avery. But what really caught Atticus off guard was Mr. Avery´s “private” section, although he didn´t mind—He just said we needed to disguise it. But, by the look of Miss Maudie´s face when she saw our addition to the snowman, it was imminent she would freak, which she did.
The hours elapsed into a short day; and my sleep wasn´t long either. Atticus woke me up, ordering me to put on my robe and go outside. I felt this sweltering heat as soon as I stepped a foot out the door—It was a fire next door at Miss Maudie´s. Atticus ordered my brother and I to stand by the Radley´s place, to keep out of trouble, and that’s exactly what we did. But, Atticus didn´t exactly believe so. He started interrogating me about a blanket I had, he said that if we had stayed where he told us, I would have not had that blanket. Now I tried to make memory, but I didn´t remember anything ‘bout someone covering me. Then Jem spoke,
“Mr. Nathan was here at the fire. Scout you were too busy watching you didn´t realize that he put the blanket around your shoulders!”
I sure felt confused, that man I far from lionized actually cared for me? But I couldn´t help but think of anything else at the moment than the second recent death. Yes, the pumpkin like, muddy, chubby, morphodite: Mr. Avery the snowman.
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