Sherman the Snowman

Sherman the snowman wanted a potbelly stove of gray. He said I want to warm my hands in an igloo today. His relatives were negative, they tried to discourage him. But he stood a bit taller, sucked in his gut and jutted out his chin. He was determined to warm his hands if he could. Wish he’d change his mind, his mother said, I wish that he would. But Sherman wanted what he wanted, and he stood by the heat. And he slowly disappeared, into a puddle so incredibly sweet.