The boy opened his curtains. It had been snowing. He was so excited.
He dressed quickly and ran down the stairs. He pulled on his wellingtons and put on his big coat, woolly hat and mittens before opening the back door and running into the back garden.
He fell on to his back and made a snow angel, laughing all the while.
His parents were at the window, smiling at him.
The boy felt strange, as if he was burning.
He stood up and realised that the back of his clothes had all melted. His skin was following the same path.
His parents ran outside, scared of what was happening.
"Mummy, daddy," screamed the boy, "it hasn't snowed."
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