Fiction: Wind from the North. “Short Kids Story.”

Malek Sherif

A Legal Disclaimer for a Fictional Story: This is a work of fiction and cannot be presented as fact. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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What a jolly street was rocked by the blustering and intimidating presence of the North Wind. He whistled his way through the backyard of the Watson house. He exclaimed, "Whoooooeeeee!" as he stomped around the two snowmen that Jack and Jerry had made. and made a whooping sound. He said those awestruck words, "What is this? Is it simply a figment of my mind, or are you both standing there?

The snowman that Jerry built received the admonition, "Don't be too rowdy." "I can't take another second of your incessant ranting; it's causing me a splitting headache." "Just looking at you is giving me a headache of epic proportions!" Words of ire have been received from North Wind.

"I have no idea which one of you is which if in fact, there is even a which!" "Please don't refer to me as a witch," the snowman that Jack built cried out. To put it another way, "I'm a good snow person, and all I do is mind my own business, and that's more than you can say!"

The North Wind mumbled something to the effect of "Why, why," and then continued by saying,"—you impudent scalawag, I'll blow you down!" When he puffed out his cheeks, he exhaled a jet of cold air that blew up snow as thick as pea soup fog.

He let out a resounding "Whooooooooo!" in response. The two snowmen were maintaining their upright positions following the cessation of the snowfall. The North Wind expressed his rage via his dancing with screams, stomps, and jumps. He drove himself to the point of exhaustion with his yelling, whooping, and huffing and puffing, and as a result, he eventually shrunk to nothing.

On What-a-Jolly Street, there was an abrupt hush that descended. After the moon had appeared, the trembling that had been occurring at the windows stopped. The snowman that belonged to Jerry whined about how quiet the night was.

This is exactly right. The snowman that Jack made remarked that there is nothing more relaxing than spending the night at home alone. They gave each other a solemn look, and then one of them winked at the other.

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