My sunday

It was Sunday night and it was snowing heavily. I was looking out the window in amazement because my brother Brian always told me that snow never accumulates in Richmond for whatever reason. The moment the last snowflake hit the ground my roommates and I were already rushing outside to explore this new found winter wonderland. After beaming a couple of perfectly packed snowballs at each other, my roommates and I came to the conclusion that the fresh snow was perfect for rolling snowmen. The base of our first and biggest snowman was accumulating rapidly and getting way too heavy for just one person to roll. It took four guys to push the base of the snowman to where we wanted it and it was quite exhausting. After about two hours of building snowmen, the finished products were a nine and six-foot tall snowman accompanied by a mini-snowman. We all went to bed peacefully and content that night, oblivious to what was happening throughout the night. To our horror, we woke up in the morning to the scene of the mini-snowman murdered with its head punched clean off t and to a six foot-tall snowman toppled over crying out for help.