Snowflakes

"But mother!" Little billy screamed. "Why oh must I now leave?" "You are no longer wanted here." Said mother. "I no longer hold you dear." "But mom!" Bill said. Mother replied: "Go on ahead." So bill went off, he took his gear, as he didn't think the coast was clear. The snow was thick, things could be hiding! He'd certainly be slow without a sled for riding... "Hello?" Bill said atop the hill. He had the most uneasy chill. He felt is if he were being... watched. From his house he heard the front door lock... "But mom!" He said, though he stopped and stuttered. Something... cut him! On he spluttered: "What could hurt me at this time a day?" The pain had still not gone away. But then, again, he felt a cut! He looked towards the door, but it was shut! He realized then that it was... snow. A flake to the skin would make bill crow! Fast it fell, so fast indeed! Little Billy had no time to heed... He was buried, covered, sliced and split. All he could do was cry and spit. The flakes like blades, they cut him down to size. He couldn't escape this nightmare by opening his eyes. In time all that was left was a lump of red snow.

Sometimes we tell this tale, you know, to those who like to play in the snow. So remember, that these flakes like blades, will shred you if you don't obey.