When

it snowed

on March twenty-

first, I shoveled the

snow with a big, metal

shovel that is as tall as me

in a big snow mountain, and it

was as high as my waist. When I

was done, I made a tunnel through the

mountain, using only the shovel, a plastic

sand digger, and my warm gloved hands. When

I was done; there was only a small, wide hole that I fit

through, but over five of the sunny days after I  made it, I

realized the hole was getting smaller, so I came to make the hole

bigger after I came back from school that day.

After the day I made the hole big enough to fit

me again, the tun nel was gone, and all that

was left were two snow walls. Right before Easter, all of the snow was gone.