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Angels In the Snow

Story ID:7759
Written by:Nancy J. Kopp (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Anytown USA
Year:2008
Person:Caitlin
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Author Note: This is a childrens' story based on an actual event that I read about in a newspaper. The story was published in 2011 at Knowonder! children's magazine online.

Angels In The Snow

Mrs. Morgan put her cup down and smiled at her three daughters lined up in front of the kitchen table. “Alight, I give up. You girls can go outside but only if you bundle up and stay in our yard. This storm’s turning into a blizzard.”

Emma and Emily, the ten-year-old twins, were ready long before their younger sister.

“Hurry up, Caitlin,” Emma said. “I’m roasting in all these clothes.

Emily drummed her blue-mittened fingers on the door.

Caitlin frowned at her sisters. “Let me get my hood tied, and don’t tell me what to do.”

Emma said, “Okay squirt, we’ll stop when you move as fast as we do.”

The three girls were laughing as they stepped outside into a world as white as Grandma’s freshly washed sheets. The wind robbed them of their breath before they’d ventured far from their red brick house.

Mr. Burton’s dog, Angel, barked behind the high wooden fence between the yards, and Caitlin heaved a sigh. “I’m glad Angel’s in her own yard today with the gate locked. She’s as big as a bear.”

Emily kicked snow toward Kathie. “You’re a big baby. Afraid of an old dog.”

Caitlin said, “I like her, but I like her best behind that fence.” She ran in circles making footprints in the snow.

The howling wind pushed the girls with its icy fingers. The twins fell down as they trudged through the deep snow. Laughing at each other, they dropped to their knees and lay side by side, waving arms and legs to make snow angels.

Wait for me,” Caitlin said as she plopped down next to Emma. She made a smaller angel while the snowflakes melted on her cheeks.

“Oh, go away and leave us alone. You always have to copy us.” Emma grabbed Emily’s hand. “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s too cold.”

The twins started for the house, heads down to ward off the biting wind. The snow fell faster, and the wind whistled through the trees, bending branches to the ground.

Caitlin fell backwards and made another angel. She’d go in later so they wouldn’t call her a copycat again. Soon, she peered through the heavy curtain of snow and moved slowly toward the house.

With no warning, a great gust of wind picked her up as if she were a rag doll. She rolled down a steep embankment that ran along one side of the yard and landed in a huge snowdrift knocking the breath from her. When she could breathe again, she tried to climb out, but her legs wouldn’t move. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t climb out. She was stuck!

“Help! Help!” She called over and over. The icy cold crept from her feet up to her head, and she began to whimper, then to cry. With eyes squeezed shut and tears spilling over, she called out again.

Above her in the yard, the twins were searching for her. “She couldn’t have vanished,” Emily shouted. “She has to be here somewhere. Why did I ever tell her to leave us alone?”

Angel kept barking and scratching at the gate. Emma made her way to the fence. She tried to open the gate, but the latch was frozen. “I’m trying, Angel.”

When Emma spoke, Angel backed up, then ran across the yard and leaped over the fence landing next to Emily, spraying snow everywhere.

“Wow!” Emily yelled above the wind.

The girls and the big, black dog circled the yard twice, but there was no sign of the copycat sister.

Emma grabbed her sister’s arm, and when she spoke, her voice shook. “We’d better go get Mom.”

Angel moved around the yard, stopping now and then to raise her huge, furry head, listening. She neared the top of the embankment, lost her footing and slipped and slid to the bottom. The big dog landed next to Caitlin’s snowdrift, then rolled over and barked.

“Oh Angel,” Caitlin said as she wiped the nearly frozen tears from her face.




Angel began to pack down the snow around Caitlin’s prison. Back and forth she paced around the huge drift, using her bear-like paws. The wind shrieked and Caitlin watched the dog’s every move.

Finally, Angel moved in close and pushed her head as near to Caitlin as she could. Caitlin put both arms around the dog’s thick, snowy neck. She held on tight.

Angel slowly backed away, and with her great strength, she pulled Caitlin free.

Caitlin scrambled to her feet and grabbed hold of Angel’s red collar. They started slowly up the hill. Before they reached the top, Caitlin heard familiar voices.

“Here I am. Here I am,” she shouted.

Three snowy figures appeared. Mrs. Morgan and the twins moved as fast as the deep snow allowed. They helped Caitlin the rest of the way.

“Look,” said Emma, “our snow angels have disappeared.”

Caitlin stopped, shivering from head to toe, as she put her arms around the dog. “The very best snow angel is right here.”

Angel gave one bark and wagged her tail, spraying them all with more snow.