The day Mrs. Radley died everyone was indifferent, it wasn't a calamity since she rarely went out of her house. Jem and me I had high hopes that Boo Radley had finally got her but to our disappointment she died of a natural cause. At least that's what Atticus said. I tried to question him further and asked him if he'd seen Mr. Arthur, he simply replied no. His intentions were imminent he didn't want to be interrogated. He'd shackled me from further information and Jem stopped me from protesting and asking more questions. The newfound information was useless our hours of conspiring had been in vain.
As I woke up I started to shudder--- boy was it cold! I saw through my window and started to scream.
"Atticus! Run! The worlds endin´!" Whit tiny pieces of sky were falling into the grounds. I tried to apprehend the happening but deemed it impossible. "The sky is falling! Run for it."
Just when I was about to jump off my bed Atticus came in with half of his beard shaved and the other covered in white. "No it''s not, It's snowing." I tried to assimilate my new information--- I had never seen snow before and after much thought and looking out the window I realized how beautiful this bizarre event was. Jem had never seen snow either but at least he didn't make a fool of himself in front of Atticus. Later in the day we planned to make a snowman, how exactly? I wasn't even sure.
We walked to the backyard and it was just---wonderful. The grass was all covered in a thin layer of white and the plants were all holding their little pieces of snow so carefully so that it wouldn't fall. I had to walk on it; feel it carry me away. I wanted to feel it touching me, I opened my mouth to catch one.
"Jem it's hot." He later explained to me that it was so cold it burned and told me not to eat it because I was wasting it. I had to be very meticulous now if I wanted to make that snowman. i could only step where Jem stepped or go back my tracks, we needed all the snow we could obtain. Somehow I felt that we were lionizing the snow. Jem and I started heading to Mrs. Maudie's, see if we could catch some of her snow.
Once we got there we found her in the backyard screaming at us to stay in the middle of her yard, there was some thrift buried in her yard. Her garden was far more beautiful than our backyard; her flowers were covered in snow and tiny frozen droplets. Her trees had a white sheet and her hat was constantly shaking off the white particles. Dissension over how her garden looked was on Mrs. Maudie's side. For her the sooner we got rid of the snow, the better.
Jem started to fill in baskets with snow and dirt, different ones of course. Who'd ever herd of a Negro Snowman?Time elapsed quickly as he dug and dug for more dirt filling in the end five baskets full of earth and two with snow. Slowly he started to create a skeleton with the dirt and gave patches of snow to the snowman, slowly turning him white. As he started to turn white he started looking more and more like Mr. Avery all he was missing was a stick of stove-wood. He'd only let me work on the back but hell was I proud of it.
The second Atticus showed up he demanded we covered it. Apparently he didn't like how well we portrayed Mr. Avery, male counterparts and all. Jem had to run to find something to cover it and quickly came back with Mrs. Maudie's hat; behind him Mrs. Maudie was running for it. As she came across our creation she snatched way her hat, took a look at Mr. Avery's Snowman, and reprehended us for "erecting an absolute morphodite in the yard." After that the day just got colder and colder but I was happy. I'd seen my first snow and built a perfect snowman.
The moment I feel asleep was the moment Atticus woke me up, trouble must have brewed for him wake me so early. I asked who was in trouble and he answered Mrs.Maudie. I sprang from bed and got on my bathrobe as he'd told me. Not a second too soon I was out of the house alongside Jem.From where we were standing we could clearly see the smoke rising up in the sky coming from Mrs. Maudie's house.
"Go down and stand in the Radley place, Keep out of the way, see wich way the wind is blowing," ,Ordered Atticus.
With a push from him and some words to Jem we headed our way to the Radley's. From there we could see the whole event taking place and the people in the streets watching the fire devour her house. There was nothing they could do except push a firetruck stuck in the ice; finally they attached the hose and started poruing pressured water into the remains of Mrs.Maudie's house. In the end three firetrucks were needed to extinguish the fire---her house was not saved. Atticus though saved her beloved heavy oak chair while everyone the street was shouting for Mr. Avery to come down the burning structure. In a matter of seconds the beautiful snow had Maycomb in anarchy.
When the fire was finally put down all but one firetruck remained. Jem and I walked back home taking in all that'd happened. He'd offered us some hot cocoa at first and kept starring at m like something was amiss.then he took me by surprise when he asked about some mysterious blanket in my shoulders.
"I don't know how it got there Atticus!" I answered. I could see he was ready to punish us and Jem could see it too. So he stated to pour our secrets. One by one he told them to Atticus who didn't even pay attention but just said we better keep the blanket and one day I could thank him. It took me a while to realize he meant Mr. Arthur. He must of placed it on me when no one was looking; if I had just turned around I would of seen him. Why didn't I turn around?
