Tom could hardly wait for morning. Snow was falling quickly. By morning he expected that there would be enough snow to make a great snowman. Tom had never made a snowman before. He had just moved to Indiana from Alabama, where it hardly ever snowed.
The next morning, Tom's mother shook him gently. "No school today," she said. "There is too much snow for the school bus to go through."
Tom let out a loud cry. He jumped out of the bed and pulled on his snow clothes.
Tom's friends, Herb and Addie, were already outside. "Hey, Tom!" called Addie. "We are going to Warwick Hill in a little while. Do you want to come?"
"No, not now," Tom answered. "I'm going to make a snowman."
Herb shook his head. "It's not snowman snow. It's too dry and soft." Herb pushed his gloves into the snow and picked some up. He blew on the snow and it flew away like dust.
Tom looked down at the ground. Snow was snow, he'd always thought. How was he supposed to know there were different kinds? "What kind of snow is this?" He asked.
"It's sledding (滑雪橇) snow!" laughed Addie. "That's why we are going to Warwick Hill. All the kids will be there, and you should come, too." Addie held a sled out to Tom and said, "You can use this. We have got two more."
Tom took the sled and smiled. After all, he had never been sledding before.
