The snow had fallen consistently during the night, and it still continued to fall in the morning. Ozzy prayed for the radio to grace him with a snow day and he sat threw breakfast. Listening intently. When the radio announcer started to read of the list of names Oz got up and scurried over to the radio. He sat on the marble slab that covered the radiator. When his butt got to hot, he got up. He was sure to analyze each school name. Making sure it wasn’t his.
When the broadcast ended and his school name still had not been called Oz slunk back to his seat next to his brother facing the stove where mom was still cooking eggs, or something. Oz looked out the window at the mounds of beautiful white. A perfect rampart of snow that was yet to be knocked off of the porch railing outside. “Mom,” said Oz “do we really have to go to school today?” “Why can’t we just get a snow day for once?
“Well,” Mom was obviously thinking about it. Then she took a glance out the window.
“Pleeeease.” Oz and James pleaded with her.
“Get ready for school and I’ll think about it.” With that Oz and James began eating their breakfast in silence. Quick as they could.
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