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Taranaki Daily News, 14 February 1931, Page 21 (Supplement)

Peter was home for the holidays, and Wallaby was visiting the Chums as well> so you can imagine what glorious times the old friends were having togethOne morning Peter opened the door and saw that snow had fallen heavily aUn “Ch«?sr’ g he cried happily. “Come along, everyone! It has been snowing! Now we’ll have some fun!”

Richard and Gwen were comfortably seated by the fire reading their favourite hooks, so they refused to join the snowballing game. "YoU go, Polly, said Richard. “It’ll do you good to get some exercise. You’re getting much too tat! . go, too,” said Wallaby. “I haven’t seen old Polly for ages, so I mean to to her now.” 6 _ “Coma on, then,” called Peter. “We’ll- play snow-balling first! 11l take on the two of.you! One —two —three—GO!” But Pblly got that one in her eye, so she said she didnt want to play snowbaliinganymore. . . / “Right!” said Peter, “We’ll make a snow-man.”

"Behind the ham,” said Peter, “is a fine place for a snow-man, because the snow has drifted up against the wall, and there’s plenty of it.” - He led the way to the barn, Polly and Wallaby trudging cheerily behind, Polly singing a little song, and Wallaby giving his famous Coo-ee call. “Here we are,” Peter shouted, stopping behind the barn- where great drifts of snow had piled up. “Now for the snow-man!”

’“This,” remarked Peter, standing back to admire their work, “is a very fine snow-man indeed. The best I’ve ever seen!” .“So it is! So it is!” chuckled Polly. “A very fine specimen of a snbw man. Wallaby merely murmured “Coo-ee!” z i « T x •„ just then Bad Bobbie wandered up. “A snow’-man,” he whispered. It will make a splendid target. I’ll try to knock it down!" But Polly heard him, and made her own plans. .

Now, although Polly had seen and heard Bad Bobbie, neither Peter nor Wallaby had the slightest idea that anyone was planning to knock over their snow-man. So they went away for more snow to finish him off, without a second thought. . ' Up crept Bad Bobbie, out went his hand with a great big snow-ball “Robbdr! Bad Lad! Begone! Gr-r-r-t-!” . The Snow Man was speaking! K .■ Bad Bobbie fell down backwards, his hair stood on end, his cap flew off, he screamed as though he were being killed, and then he rushed awsy.

“Ha-ha!” The snow.-man appeared to be talking still! “Ha-ha!” it chuckled, was good!” . ■ But Peter recognised Polly’s voice, so he wasn’t scared. “Come out, Polly, called. “You’re a clever old bird, and you’ve saved the snow-man. where are Then Polly popped out from behind the snow-man. “Clever? she chucklpd, “of course I’m clever! You don’t know half the tricks I’ve learned since yoii ve been away, Peter!”