Snow angels

Henry watched as snowflakes fell. They came from clouds, and piled up high. So he bounded out under the grand white sky, warm in his coat and shell. His mom was washing dishes as Henry played, comfortable that Henry never far strayed. 'Hey mom look I'm making an angel of snow!' she heard Henry call aloud. But horror struck and her face enshroud, and she turned to scream, 'HENRY NO!' Too late alas, the Devil had risen, and Henry was aghast. 'You've release me at last, Henry my boy, from that hot and torturous prison!'


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