“Brrrr” is anybody else freezin’?”
Flakey didn’t get one single reply from the hundreds, thousands, probably millions of other snowflakes that were gently drifting along with him.
Finally, one flake much larger than he grumped “Naw…we LOVE it! Are you sure you are a real snowflake?”
But before Flakey could respond…”Hey everybody this guy here is cold…he can’t be one of us!”
All of a sudden Flakey felt surrounded by swirling snowflakes that were bumping into him and making him use his six points to steer away from this very scary crowd.
Then two huge flakes glided over…”Get between us….we’ll protect you the rest of the trip”
Flakey wasn’t sure what they meant by trip but appreciated their aid but did what they said and felt protected and much safer.
Then Flakey looked down and saw that he was headed for a small village with trees and roofs and roads and as he was trying to decide which landing spot he preferred he floated onto a lawn in front of a stone house with smoke curling out of the chimney.
As Flakey looked around he noticed something about the other snowflakes that had made the journey with him…they were all just a little bit different than he.
Oh they all had six points like he did but they had individual patterns. Also some flakes were slightly larger and some slightly smaller.
“Amazing aren’t we?” whispered the snowflake that had landed next to Flakey.
“Are we all different?” asked Flakey as he looked around.
“Yep…everyone of us flakes, no matter how many we are, are a little different that any other flake…EVER!”
“Wow!” thought Flakey. “Yet, we kinda look the same too…don’t we?” asked Flakey.
“Yeah…you have to look closely to see that we are indeed unique and yet we are all snowflakes.” said Flakey’s neighbor.
“That’s so COOL!” said Flakey. And he and his friendly neighbor chuckled at that comment for quite a while.
Then the door of the stone house opened and two brightly colored monsters ran out into the snowflakes and came right over to where Flakey and his friend were lying.
“OOOOh my…I’m scared!” screamed Flakey in a very soft voice.
“No…don’t be afraid …those are called KIDS and they love us…the more the merrier for them. AND….they treat us all the same and want to make snowballs and snowmen with us….It’s fun, and it is what we were sent to be.”
Just then two warm mittened hands picked up Flakey and his new friend and patted them onto the head of a very well constructed man of snow…and Flakey could see how beautiful all of the snowflakes looked and was proud of every snowflake everywhere…even including those that didn’t quite understand how unique Flakey really was.