A Nose for a Friend

In the middle of a snowy yard stood a snowman named Flake. He was round and sparkly, and he was very proud of his nose—a big, bright carrot.

“Look at this nose!” Flake said to himself. “Nobody has a nose as grand as mine!”

One frosty morning, a little white hare hopped up to Flake. “H-hello,” he squeaked. “Have you seen… a carrot? Even a tiny one? I’m so cold… and so hungry.”

Flake pulled his head back fast, to keep his nose far away. “A carrot? You mean my nose? But there’s not another one like it in the whole world! Without it, who would I be? Nobody would know me!”

The hare’s ears drooped. He turned to go. But then he sat down in the snow beside Flake, just to rest. His tiny paws were shaking with cold.

Flake looked at the hare. He looked at the cold snow all around. Then he sighed. “All right. You can have my carrot. But please don’t eat it all at once. It’s my very favorite nose.”

Very carefully, Flake took off his carrot nose and held it out. “Thank you!” squeaked the hare. He took one tiny nibble.