Storytell

The Adventures

of Frankie

Once upon a time, in a cozy home where winter always felt a little more magical, lived a bright-eyed girl named Rosa. When Rosa was just four years old, with a spirit as warm as a summer's day and a heart full of stories waiting to be told, she decided to make herself a little snowman.

It was a brisk winter's afternoon, the kind where the snow crunched underfoot and the air sparkled with tiny ice crystals. Rosa bundled up in her warmest clothes, her cheeks rosy with excitement, and headed out into the backyard. She rolled and patted, carefully shaping the snow into a small, friendly figure. She found two shiny black pebbles for eyes, and for his most prominent feature, she carefully selected a perfect, bright orange carrot for his nose, and a little curved leaf for a cheerful smile.

But as she looked at her creation, Rosa’s imagination, already brimming with fantastical ideas, sparked something extraordinary.

"He needs to go on adventures," she declared to herself,

"but how can a snowman travel if he can't walk?"

And so, in Rosa's mind, her snowman gained feet, sturdy little snow-boots that could carry him over hills and through valleys. Then came the dilemma of melting. "What if he wants to see the ocean in summer?" Rosa wondered, a frown creasing her brow. Her gaze fell upon her own favorite scarf, a long, soft thing with cheerful white and red stripes. That's it! she thought. And in that instant, her snowman was given a magical accessory: a long, flowing white and red striped scarf that wrapped many times around his neck. This was no ordinary scarf; it possessed a special enchantment.

It would keep Frankie cool, even in the hottest summer days, protecting him from melting no matter where his feet might take him. And so, Frankie the Snowman was born.  He looked like a perfectly normal snowman – round body, button eyes, and that cheerful orange carrot nose – but with his distinctive,

impossibly long, magical scarf and his very own walking feet, he was anything but ordinary. 

Rosa loved Frankie dearly. She would spend hours drawing pictures of his fantastical journeys, bringing his adventures to life on paper. She drew him striding through lush green meadows in July, his scarf fluttering playfully in the breeze, utterly unfazed by the sun. She imagined him exploring ancient ruins under a scorching desert sky,

or even sailing the high seas on a melting iceberg, his magic scarf keeping him perfectly frosty. 

Frankie became more than just a drawing; he was

a constant companion in Rosa's imagination, a testament to the boundless creativity of a little girl. And even as Rosa grew older, the adventures of Frankie didn't stop. The stories she drew continued, each one adding another exciting chapter to the life of the remarkable snowman who, thanks to a four-year-old's brilliant idea, could explore the world, season-proof and full of wonder.