All has been bizarre this summer when the sweltering heat became cooler by several degrees and the snow began to fall. I ain't never seen snow before. I heard about it , but never seen it. Scout ain't never seen it either. She didn't even know what is wad. She began gettin' all fussy and goin' on bout' how the world was endin'. Not much time elapsed before Scout and I were out conspiring to build a snowman. I told Atticus, but he says we ain't never gonna find enough snow to build a real snowman. Maybe we can only build a snow baby, but I know I'll think of somethin'.
There is some dissension in my mind over Atticus' opinion I know I can do it, I mean make a real snowman. I'll make it memorable too. I started off with some dirt and then plastered the snow I had around it to make it look like Mr. Avery. I added some branches for arms. Then I added a stick of stove wood as a final touch to finish my masterpiece. But before I was finished I think it became imminent to Scout who the snowman would turn out to be.
It soon began to stop snowin' when Scout and I became exited to show Atticus our creation. When he finally came out to see it he was surprised to see I'd made a real snowman. He got closer to get a better look, but then steppet back all of a sudden. He went along tellin' I had to to disguise him and that I can't go round makin' no caricatures pf the neighbors. He says I got to add somethin'. I run to Miss Maudie's and grab her hat and pruners and put em' on the snowman. Atticus told me that that was better. Miss Maudie's yellin' at me to bring back he hat and pruners, but she's laughin' too, jus like Atticus. Atticus is so meticulous when he's lookin' at somethin' there ain't nevr anything he doesn't see. He jus takes it all in. He really gave me a nice compliment bout' my snowman and how I came up with the idea. I felt lionized by the compliment as my ears turned beet red.
We went to bed that night and slept until one in the mornin', but Atticus came to gently shake us both awake. Once we new it was so early me and Scout both knew somethin' was wrong. We quickly got our bathrobes on and walked down the stairs. All I was trying to do was apprehend what exactly was going on. However when I walked out the front door with Atticus and Scout, right before my eyes was the calamity of Miss Maudie's house ablaze flames licking around every inch of wood in sight. The orange flames caused columns of thick smoke to rise high into the air. The light from the fire reflected of the clouds which were the color of darkness. Burnt coals were floating up then coming down again like an obscure rain which was casting a shadow of what her house used to be along the ground and her charred azaleas.
Everything was in a state of anarchy with the firemen rushing to and forth the hose showering the scene before us with water. Atticus went up to the porch blackened by ash to get Miss Maudie's oak chair. He picked it up and brought out of the flames unharmed. Scout and I were infront of the Radley place away from the burning blaze. We were both warm from the fire even though it was a somewhat frigid night especially for Maycomb County.
After the flames were extinguished we went home and crawled into our beds. The next mornin' when I went out I saw Miss Maudie starin' at a dark hole where her house used to stand. I was jus thinkin' about how she had to watch every part of her house, except for the big oak chair Atticus rescued, burn down and assimilate itself into the dark pile of ash at the bottom of the hole she was now starin' at.
Later when I was back at home it felt like we were bein' arraigned before Atticus in court during one of his cases. While he was interrogating us about where Scout got a brown wool blanket that was perched up around her shoulders. Atticus said we should thank the person for wrappin' us in that blanket.
We both asked who we should thank. Atticus said Boo Radley. I was shackled to the spot in fear when I first heard the name. But then I began to realize Boo came outta that house for us. That was the cause of warmth other than the fire. I realized Boo had done somethin' other than the, now evident to be lies, stories the neighbors spread about him.
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