Today I was met with the saddest site. A puddle of water lay where my snow man had been. Even his magical hat could not save him. I supposed I should go back.
You see... Dear diary, I confess here, on paper, that I, your intrepid faery and unofficial Solurian mascot was the hat thief. I was very careful to only take hats that belonged to Solurian nobility, those that had extras or wouldn't miss them.. But take them I did. None would wake my beloved snow man.. None but one.
I went through Michael's things and found one of his favourite hats. A black velvet hat with a gold medallion pinned to it. I knew it must have been one of his favourite hats because it was carefully locked inside a tiny chest. Figuring he never wore it, even though he loved it enough to carefully keep it in a very safe place, I decided to 'borrow' his hat. When I tried it on the snow man he magically came to life! It seems Michael's dearest hat was the one to unlock my beloved snow man's inner magic!
When he woke he seemed a little less then animated.. Well, that is to say.. He moved, but he wasn't exactly what I'd call enthusiastic about it. I had thought we'd have all sorts of adventures together.. But when I made him I used the traditional 'three ball' method of snow man construction. Apparently they can only wiggle-slide along at a terribly slow pace and tire out rather easily. It was to late to add legs, so there was little I could do. He couldn't talk either, since a single line of coal pieces made up his smile. In fact, he really didn't do much of anything at all... But I still loved him.
He was very short lived.. Much like many of my snow men have been. But he was special, and I shall miss him deeply.
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