I wasn't expecting my walk to be interrupted by a pair of white... gloves that wrapped a burgundy scarf around my neck. Of course, by the time I even knew the scarf was there, I started to feel... cold. My body shivered to remove this cold, but it persisted. I grimaced, lifting up my arms to my cheek to wipe away a wet feeling I had, but when I touched it, my hand jolted back.

Frozen, as if it were made of packed snow.

My arms stiffened as the stretched out to straight points at arms length away from me. I felt the ground slowly approach my ankles... which slowly became my knees... and then my thighs. I felt all the parts of my leg touching the ground at once, but this didn't seem remotely possible to do.

I struggled, but struggling meant nothing. I wasn't being restrained by anything. My body was just becoming shorter... and wider... and stiffer.... And whiter.

With one final, strained glimpse, I stared down at my midriff, seeing it swell into a rounded, white shape -- a snowball. It was as if my body had finally decided it wanted to be cooled down, and after a few moments, that cold feeling I had dissipated... along with the rest of my sense of touch.

I felt my eyes harden. I could no longer look around, they were stuck staring up at the hat that was being placed on my head... and within moments, that vision faded as my eyes were no more than lumps of coal.... My arms were a pair of sticks, and a hand had so carelessly slammed a carrot into my beak that I thought it would shatter the beak, but the carrot went through, as if cutting through soft... snow.

Snow. I was becoming snow.... A snowman?

"Oh no." I thought, attempting to say it out loud but finding it impossible to do so, as my throat was gagging at the increase in snow, slowly closing off my airways and enveloping my mouth.

"It's the middle of summer."

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Commission for  chalur

Chalur (C)  chalur

Art (C)  pikminpedia Me